grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Chocolates & Chips
Chocolates and chips are great for kids nowadays. The same thing happened to me when I was a child. I remember as a child I used to eat chocolate and chips at three o'clock in the morning and in the evening then I did not know that they are harmful to my health. My parents then used a way to explain to me that shows in this story of mine.
By Amanpreet Kaur5 years ago in Families
Money Cake
My grandparents didn't have a lot of money, maybe that's why as an adult I remember this so well. I was pretty young, maybe turning seven and it was my birthday. We happened to be at my grandparent's little two bedroom, one bathroom house in Idaho Falls and I remember it being cold. Like the kind of cold that makes you leave your car running at the gas station while you're filling up kind of cold. Of course that isn't unusual for South-Eastern Idaho, the wind seldom stops blowing and it is legit winter for about nine months out of the year- but that's beside the point. The point is, that I was at Grandma and Grandpa's house for my birthday!! And as a little girl I couldn't be more thrilled.
By Amber Nelson5 years ago in Families
My Very First Tattoo
This is the story of my very first tattoo... and a man named Tattoo. His name is Daniel Leroy Chapman Sr., but everybody calls him Tattoo. Not me and my cousins though. We just call him Pop-Pop and my Mom Mom would lovingly refer to him as Jackass. And he isn’t just ANY man. He was the best friend I ever had... until I met my wife.
By Dan-O Vizzini5 years ago in Families
There Was More to Uncle Willie than Just Wit
Like the Yankees, the Monetti's had a very deep bench. I had so many aunts, uncles and cousins to rejoice in at family get together's, that it was almost dizzying. And then out of nowhere, we'd go visit Uncle Willie. I was reminded he was a star in his own right, and a telling moment from his 80th birthday party revealed that he could roll as well as the rest of the roster.
By Rich Monetti5 years ago in Families
The Biscuit Principle
"I learnt a very specific lesson, a piece of sound Wisdom from my Papa, as a young child, every night before bed my Nana would make my siblings and myself a hot drink, she would give us the Biscuit Tin to take into the lounge , where my papa would be sitting in his chair, stationed in front of the TV.
By Nia Onor'e6 years ago in Families
Oh Jewel of the Lotus
OM MANI PADME HUM: I didn’t think much about the meaning of it when I got to know it. I was around 10 years old. In between childhood & teenage years. I’d spend a lot of time with my grandma Elena in a small town close to Moscow, Russia.
By Anastasita Qualia6 years ago in Families
Lil' Paper Crane. Third Place in Tattoo Tale Challenge .
The Idea's Origin It's a frosty February morning in 2017 when Mom calls. Normally, it's to tell me about her day -- a friend she runs into, something funny the cat's done, a waterfall on a new trail -- sweet little things, sure, but a dime a dozen, and things I usually brush off. More often than I'd like to admit, I don't pick up because I'm on my way somewhere. But in this rare moment, I've paused, so I answer. I'm glad I do, because she's probably on the other end thinking Please. Please pick up. It's not a waterfall this time.
By Taryn Roo Yoneda6 years ago in Families
Climb Ev'ry Mountain
There will always be a handful of movies that automatically makes me think of my grandmother: Annie, The Wizard of Oz and The Sound of Music. These movies, all musicals coincidentally, form the soundtrack of my childhood. Days spent making applesauce, tending to my terrarium, untangling necklaces that had knotted together in my jewelry box—all this activity under the patient guidance of my Grams, accompanied by the music and lyrics of Martin Charnin, Charles Strouse, Harold Arlen, Yip Harburg, and of course, Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein.
By Erin Maynard6 years ago in Families
My Tattoo. My heritage
I have to start my story by giving the Artist Nick H. at Electric Chair the credit for designing my amazing tattoo. I have an artist's heart, but not an artist's vision. He brought this to life. Without him my story couldn't be told as well as I would hope.
By Rettus Heather6 years ago in Families
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 6 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 impossible6 years ago in Families
