grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
One Page of the Adventure Book
The sound of my tent unzipping caused my neighbors to stir in theirs. We have a rule out here, keep to yourself and stay quiet. None of us want any problems with each other or anyone else for that matter. I peered out of the small opening to see what the weather conditions were this morning. Snow. Just what I was afraid of. I slowly zipped up my tent trying to be as quiet as possible. On nights like last night it's hard to fa
By Nichole Ailshire5 years ago in Families
A World Away
‘If you listen to the wind, she knows the way.’ The words of my grandfather were persistently lingering in my mind as i get ready to cross the jagged path across the river. My name is Samuel Jacobs, i've been tracking a spot my grandfather believed to be a native american trading ground just south of Talladega, Alabama. Abihka, It is the believed main trading post of the coosa chiefdom.
By Aaron Ogle5 years ago in Families
Value
It is a normal summer morning; Miranda is dropping the girls off to grandma’s at 5:00 a.m. while she goes to work. Mom, Marissa said, “why can’t I babysit I am old enough to watch them I am 16 and I can take care of them.” “Marissa” said mom, “I know you are, but this gives you girls time to spend with your grandmother, she loves spending time with you girls, so try and understand.” “We know mom,” said Sara “you say this all the time, but grandma always buy so much stuff and we are always going to all these so-called antique stores.” “Yes,” said Miranda, “your grandmother has an eye for these things, “Marissa and Sara snicker and laugh, both girls say, “antiques yes right.” Marsha the youngest of the girl's yells “yes! Grandma say they are worth a lot.” Be good love you girls,” Miranda blows a goodbye kiss at the girls and waves at grandma who is standing in the door waiting for the girls. Marsha grabs her backpack full of snacks and say, “oh mom I almost forgot it is grandma’s,” but before she could finish speaking, Miranda puts her finger over her lips and says "shhhh," then she drives off.
By Sylvia Galmore Stagg5 years ago in Families
Hannah's Attic
Hannah finished clearing her plate from lunch and remembered that she still hadn’t found that old family photo album she was looking for. She went back to her bedroom and looked one last time in the back of her closet, behind all the shoeboxes and backpacks. She knew it wouldn’t be there but she thought she’d check once more just to be sure. Now that she had looked everywhere it could be, she became overwhelmed by the idea of taking the stairs up to the dark and dusty attic. She knew that it must be up there. She grabbed a flashlight off the hall table and headed toward the attic stairs. She climbed the long staircase with the stream of light from her flashlight guiding her. She reached the attic landing and turned on the Victorian pink shaded glass lamp. A pinkish hue was cast across to the corners of the large attic room. She saw stacked towers of boxes of all sizes all across the back wall of the attic. Next to them in the corner was an antique mahogany wooden coat hanger with some dusty old coats hanging on it. She saw the shadows the coats cast on the wall in the pink dusty light. In the shadows it looked as if someone was standing in the corner.
By Mary McDonald5 years ago in Families
Old Man Miller's Place
"Thanks so much for coming home with me this weekend, Julie." Emma kicked aside some dead branches on the overgrown path and pushed her auburn-braid off her shoulder. "When my mom said she needed to have a 'serious' talk with me, I figured she'd seen my Biology grade." Emma turned to her college roommate, who was struggling to push aside a low-hanging tree branch. "She's not going to get too mad in front of you."
By Heather M Mosko5 years ago in Families
The Black Notebook
Here it is, the day that I have been dreading for the last 365 days. Today marks the unbearable anniversary of my grandfather’s passing. My final goodbye keeps playing in my head and on repeat. Did I say enough? Did he hear me? I constantly wonder as the beginning of my day creeps in. My grandfather passed away from brain cancer, that terrible disease that has the ability to take your loved ones without a second glimpse. I am not one that is particularly spiritual, in fact I am an atheist. So when I say my final goodbye broke me in ways I’d never imagine possible- it definitely did.
By Kaylee Gilman5 years ago in Families
Beyond Time
Around 5:00AM every day, on the dot, the Elderly of Armada Park would gather in the gardens, feeding cooing pigeons as their avian friends too settled there amongst patches of sprouted wild grain. However, there was one noticeable woman there today that did not particularly fit in with the usual park goers.
By April Perez5 years ago in Families
Grams
I can’t even think about her without that ache in my chest becoming so powerful it’s hard to breathe. It’s been six months since her passing and the ache hasn’t dulled — in fact the fullness of her “gone-ness” has only grown as time goes on and I realize that I will never again see her wrinkled face, smell her magic in the kitchen, or feel the strong safety of her hugs. I thought she’d always be around like she’d always been around. Even when we said goodbye I didn’t realize it was goodbye — I wish I had because I would have held her longer.
By Emily Chapel5 years ago in Families
