grandparents

Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.

Little Black Notebook
A Hidden Inheritance Lee Ann Li “You’ve grown up to be a different man than me”, said his father. The son looked at his reflection in the mirror and only saw a younger version of his father in his eyes, they both shared similar features including the same height.
By Leanne Hodgson 5 years ago in Families
Headmaster Everdeen
“Piper?” I opened the door at just about 6 am. Piper looked like she had been up for hours or maybe hadn't gotten to bed yet. Disheveled with a curious look on her face, she came inside and took a seat by the fireplace.
By Osmara Medrano5 years ago in Families
The Great Missing Teeth Mystery
The year was 1963. This was my first summer working for my grandfather at his gas station in Guthrie Kentucky. I had been settling in and had a good routine going into the 3rd week of June. I was comfortable with my duties at the station and was happy to be making good money for the summer. Daddy Fox paid in cash on Fridays and I loved folding those bills and stuffing them into my pocket each week.
By Trent Fox5 years ago in Families
Smart Cookie
My whole life, there were certain things that remained unchanged about my Grandfather. He was one of my very best friends, true blue. He always whistled, never sang or hummed. He always smelled of Old Spice aftershave, probably from the lifetime stockpile he'd received for almost every occasion throughout the 70's. And my Grandfather always had his Black Book.
By Susanne McCabe5 years ago in Families
I remember
When I think of my childhood home, I feel nothing but warmth that saturates my bones. And when I say home, I don’t necessarily mean a physical place. Home lives in my heart, and speaks to me through memories bathed in gold. From before I can remember, home was with my grandparents. Up at the trailer in Buckhorn, Ontario, or in their old home in the East York suburbs, home was with them. Home never felt like the house I grew up in from 5 to 17, or the apartment I had from 17 to 21. These are some of the memories I hold on to, from the house with the creaky floor boards, to the trailer where I spent every summer:
By Danika Moir5 years ago in Families
Welcome Home
Sarah closed the mailbox and sifted through the mail as she climbed the steps to her apartment. Amidst the overdue bills, she discovered a white envelope with a hand written return address for an Evelyn MacPherson. She didn’t know any MacPhersons, did she? Sarah opened the envelope and pulled out a letter. As she opened it, she was astonished to find a check for $20,000.00 made out to her. She paid it no attention, assuming it was just another scam, and she moved it to the back to read the letter.
By Melissa Hensley5 years ago in Families
Sarah's Promise
"I'm sorry Sarah, but if we don't receive $5,000 by the end of the week, you will have to withdraw from the class. It's not fair to those wait-listed who have the funds." Sarah hung up the phone and dropped her head into her hands. But no tears fell. There were no more tears that could fall.
By Margaret Howell5 years ago in Families
The Unexpected Gift
Delayed at the railroad tracks, Evie’s mind traveled back to the events of the previous week. “Nonna wanted you to have this.”
By Cindy West5 years ago in Families
Scratch It Off
Andrea fumbled blindly through her purse, pushing useless stuff aside. “Where is it?” she muttered to herself as she began pulling stuff out and placing it haphazardly on the counter. “I know it’s here.”
By Lilly Smith5 years ago in Families
The Speakeasy
Me and mom took on the daunting task of going through my great, great grandmother's stuff. She had recently passed and because it was so sudden she didn't leave a will. We honestly thought she was going to outlive us all, she was a very sturdy and heathy woman despite being over 100. Me and mom had to go through her stuff because our family didn't want to pitch in unless there was money involved. She wasn't a very rich woman but spoiled us with love and affection.
By Alexandra McCormick5 years ago in Families
The Pre-Spring Scavenger Hunt
Nineteen years in a row, Nikki participated in the city-wide “Pre-Spring Scavenger Hunt.” Nineteen years in a row, she had tracked all the clues and the answers to each clue. Nineteen years, she had won twelve minor prizes, including a pet rock, a necklace, and a gift certificate to the local book store. Her favorite prize though, was the first. The very first clue to the first annual Pre-Spring event took her to the stationery store, where she was awarded a Moleskine journal. It was a simple black notebook with ivory pages sewn in. The little black book was held together with a simple elastic band and had a ribbon to mark your page. Nikki decided right then and there that she would use this notebook to keep track of the rest of the clues, hoping it would help her win the $1000 grand prize that year.
By Tanya 5 years ago in Families
The Aroma Of Orchids
The garden was filled with a thousand heartaches. Grandpa always said people felt safe telling the flowers their secrets. His garden was wild, stretching into the woods behind his house, with hand-placed trails to keep the undergrowth safe. Signs were carefully pinned into place along every fork, marks for the unexpecting wanderer. When we had a day to ourselves, we would sneak into the woods, searching for plants we had never seen. I could remember him stopping to sniff every flower in the garden, sometimes picking petals or leaves from the tendrils of undergrowth. Everything he picked made its way into the teapot at the end of the day. It steamed away as we sat on the back porch, overlooking our wild hunting grounds.
By Kimeyth5 years ago in Families