grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Louise
Louise always had ideas. She would scribble them into her little books, drawing pictures, sticking stickers and showing her friends. “This is my dream book, my book of dreams.” She wanted to do it all; see the world, meet stars, find true love. She was, after all, the star of her very own movie, premiere date to be determined. Her friends would read her lists, and there were many many lists, and laugh. “Louise, this is too much. You have to pick one.”
By Andrea Carolina Batarse5 years ago in Families
A Dream and a Little Black Book
She sat in the window, the sun warm upon her face, as memory after memory danced through her head. Every so often a smile turned the corners of her mouth, as the tears flowed in what seemed like a never-ending sad spring rain, down her cheeks to fall silently off her chin, this signaled the next tear to begin the same journey again and again.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte5 years ago in Families
Recipes For Success
Susan thumbed the pages nervously, listening to the paper crinkle. She opened the small black book, then closed it, and then opened it again. The bright morning sun illumined the pages, stained and yellowed with age. Each page contained a secret, carefully scribed in faded blue ink. It was not scrawled or scribbled; each letter was marshalled with impeccable penmanship onto ruled lines that had faded nearly out of existence.
By Patrick H-K5 years ago in Families
The Inheritance
February 24, 2021 The Inheritance By: Richard Santilli Christopher Latimer Banks sat on an old wooden milk crate. He had been watching the last rays of the sun. Which had been shining through the small attic window. There ever-lengthening beam, growing longer, pointing into the corner.
By Richard Santilli5 years ago in Families
The Gains of Giving
I can still hear his contagious laugh; Shoulders bouncing up and down. Arms crossed in front of him as if he were able to hold it in. His bright light that illuminated all of us. But now, that light had faded into the great beyond. It sucks saying goodbye to a loved one. It sucks seeing the life of one who actually made the world a better place, suddenly gone. But here we are. It is what it is. And there’s nothing we can do to change that.
By Dallas Jackson Gold5 years ago in Families
Something to Treasure
Along time ago I lived in the house. The house was so old. that the floors cracked and every time the wind blew it shook the house. This house was given to me by a family member who just passed away. The will said i could live her if I fix it up and make it come alive again. Everyone in town new that this house was haunted it became a daring spot on halloween for children to trick or treat here. Usually the towns people avoid it. To me it’s peaceful and yes there are some haunting in the house. It all seems friendly. a thing or two gets moved on occasion. But I don’t get scratched and don’t feel like I need to leave. I get written messages and have my name called out to me. I sometime I feel like i’m being watched and yes it creeps me out a few times. But not enough to leave. Most of the haunting are in the article or in the basement. That is where all the old stuff is.
By Samantha Ashman 5 years ago in Families
One Last Adventure
My grandfather was my best friend. We did everything together. I remember him telling me stories about his childhood, about how he and his father would go on all these little adventures. When I was younger, I loved to sit on his lap and listen to all the great treasures he found. How much was real, and how much was make-believe, I don’t know. That doesn’t matter. What matters is the excitement that he felt telling the story and the excitement I felt listening. As I got older, I was able to go on these adventures with him. I remember running around all over town looking for clues. He even paid people to be a part of the story; the crazy shopkeeper, the one-legged pirate, and the undercover treasure hunter posing as a school teacher. Everyone knew him. My grandfather’s name was August, so he nicknamed me September. On every treasure hunt, the town’s people would say, “there goes August and September.”
By Felecia Brown5 years ago in Families
Cherries
It feels like the cheap brittle white plastic chair I’m sitting on might break at any given second, but right now I’m sitting on the front porch of my grandma’s chipped yellow house. The chairs had gone through a tremendous winter. I’m surprised they lasted this long, she’s had them since we moved here five years ago. The cherry blossom tree in my grandma’s yard is in full bloom as well as the lilac bush. Sweetness filled the air as the cherry blossom flowers danced their way off the trees swirling and twirling in the air. Bees are excitingly buzzing, the birds are chirping, and the gentle warm breeze gives me chills of joy, it just makes my heart swell. I feel like a kid again.
By Claudia Valella5 years ago in Families
Beaty
"Along the wall, behind the park, but never attempt after dark", Thea smiled, reciting a poem her quirky Grandma Beaty had helped her memorise as a child. Unlike the last bazillion times she had made the journey to her Grandma's house, today Thea was in no hurry to get there. She was well aware that today would be the last.
By Anna Carla Searing5 years ago in Families
Keeper of Secrets
I grew up in the city. Life was past paced and hectic, so full of noise and people. Everything I needed was close at hand. Just a short walk to pick up a few groceries or even eat out, and getting things delivered was just a phone call away. Every day was filled with, bright billboards and honking horns, even at night, everything was lit up, so it seemed like day.
By T. C. Murphy5 years ago in Families
Lácteos del Che
My grandmother was always my foundation, my abutment.....my Alcántara Bridge, as it may. Growing up in Buenos Aires, I never had a sense of who I was or who I could ever be? I never knew of my father and my mother died giving birth to me. So, my ontic composed of just two entities....grandmother and myself.
By Tyronn Rahda Monroe5 years ago in Families
