grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Chiraq V
Chapter 5 By the end of the night, Big Shorty was on the block slinging crack with Jello and Al. Al was fresh out of high school and had proved to be dangerous with his hands. Al was always participating in boxing tournaments and was a rough young man with a beard that always needed trimming. Big Shorty lived with Jello and Al on most nights, but all that ended when, at about 3:00 A.M. that morning, Eddie, Big Shorty's grandfather, drove up the block in search of Big Shorty. Only one street light worked, which marked the proverty of the neighborhood. Signs posted up saying, "R.I.P.", and six-point stars were graffitied all along the sides of the touwnhouses.
By Organic Products 5 years ago in Families
I just called to say I love you
I grew up in the 1980s in a small town with a population of around 200 people, mostly farming communities. The Mallee landscape was harsh but beautiful. Springtime would line the scrub with wildflowers of all colours, the trees would flower vibrant colours and it was beautiful. I would spend my days out there with my brother, who was also my best friend. We didn't like being at home as my dad was a violent alcoholic who hurt us and our Mum. As soon as he would knock off work at the railways, he would head to the pub, using most of our families income on booze and then come home later in the night ready to fight. My brother and I witnessed things we shouldn't have and experienced things that shouldn't happen to little kids.
By sheree impossible5 years ago in Families
A Tattoo For My Grandmother
When I was 8 years old, I painted a set of Matryoshka Dolls for my grandmother. I don't know how or why I ended up with them in the first place, but I decided I wanted to paint them for my grandmother. As you can see from the picture, they were painted as well as you would expect for an 8-year-old with no artistic inclination. But she loved them. They were so special to her, and they always took pride of place on her mantelpiece in her living room.
By Jemma O'Donovan5 years ago in Families
My Grandfather Kept us all Laughing
When I went to college in 1982, I was 6 feet tall, and light enough at 135 pounds, that my huge ears could have taken me airborne with a strong wind. My long, hooked nose was also hard to miss and looking more like an eleven year old didn't do me any favors either. I was an easy target for the guys on my floor, and the barbs came nonstop. But they had no idea, and ultimately cementing my place, I had the fifth floor exactly where I wanted them. You see, I learned from the best. In my family, survival means knowing how to roll with a slight and then apply just enough sarcasm to gain the upper hand. The source of these skills are easy to pinpoint - my grandfather, Charlie Monetti. He set the table for two centuries of Monetti laughter, and an account from my grandmother perfectly describes how all the back and forth emanated from his presence.
By Rich Monetti5 years ago in Families
Finding Home
It was a steamy mid-summer day in July. The kind of day that made the highway ahead of your dance in the waves of heat passing through the atmosphere. Charli was stuck in traffic just across the state line just like every other weekday morning for as long as she could remember, and she was already running behind. She cursed under her breath as she noticed a large truck in the left lane ahead, trying to pass a smaller truck.
By Mary Johnson5 years ago in Families
Memories
My Grand Father was born in 1899 and my Grand Mother was born in 1911. I do have a lot of memories of my Grand Parents over the past years. When I was brought home from the adoption agency, in August of 1968, both of my Grand Parents raced across our street to get a glimpse of their new Grandson. Now, these memories were told to me by my parents over the years. As an infant, for some reason, I do not have any memories stored in my brain, of any event which happened while I was a baby. In a way, I do wish that I had these memories to draw from especially when I am writing all about my memories of my Grand Parents.
By Lorne Vanderwoude5 years ago in Families
Post War Life for the Monetti's
The Second World War over and no doubt left as to where Charlie wanted to be, routine played a big part in everything the Monetti patriarch did. Like many New Yorkers, Charlie and Lizzie spent their honeymoon in the Catskills, and for good measure, befriended the resort owners. So going forward, the family stayed in the owner’s home, and every October, a smaller turnout appealed to Charlie. Thus, Gramps never relented, and his annual engagement always followed suit. “He would chop wood for the fireplace and play cards all week,” said Bill.
By Rich Monetti5 years ago in Families
