grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Beautiful Magic
Charlotte's great-grandmother was what those in the town called a seer. But Charlotte never thought much about that. She was too busy being impressed with granny herself. From granny's Lowcountry southern cooking to the way she sipped Old Tom Gin, always with one ice cube and a lime wedge in it. She also thought granny was a tough old bird. At least, that's how Charlotte's mom described her. Charlotte did see granny once, in the sweltering humid heat of the summer, pluck a rattlesnake right off the porch and throw it straight into the bayou. She tossed the snake casually, like she was flicking a mosquito, also prevalent in the area, off her arm.
By Heather Mitchell Manheim5 years ago in Families
Grandfather Story
“ Your gramps hasn’t always been the nicest man” My aunt warned as I told her about my plan to stay with him this summer. “ I really don’t think it’s such a good idea” she tried to convince me to change my mind. I never understood why my family felt this way about my grandpa. I was born a lot later than my cousins were, my Dad being the second youngest of six children, so I've never seen that side of him. Everyone says he's softened up in his old age.
By Anna Sparrow5 years ago in Families
Grandpa's Gift
It is June 12th 2018, my Grandfather died 10 years ago today. I finally decided to go back to his house and sort through everything and let go of what I didn’t want. How could I get rid of anything? I loved him so much. He raised me from the time I was 8 years old. After my parents died in a car accident, he took me in. I had no other family on either side. My mom was raised in a children's home in Sweden, having no known family. My father was an only child as his mom died giving birth. I had only met my grandpa a few times before then, as we lived in California and he lived in Montana.
By Connie Sahlin5 years ago in Families
My Grandmother's Prayers
John: Mom, I saw this small black book on the trash can again. It's the second time you threw it. Me: Son, it's cluttering my drawer. Can't you understand? That black book contains nothing but a list of debts and prayers. What am I going to do with it?
By Olivia Marlene5 years ago in Families
Eighty-four with Parkinson's
I told him, honestly, he didn’t have to come, but he insisted; the notary couldn’t be solidified without a guardian. If I wanted to move to the same state, the paperwork—with all their acronyms and fine print and extra fees—needed filling.
By Paige Fitzgerald5 years ago in Families
Cabin Fever
“Well,” said my father, staring out at the billowing snow outside our car window, “What you gonna’ do, Boy Scout?” I sighed, but smiled. For him, those weekly Troop meetings in the dusty basement were about so much more than the merit badges: they were about the spirit of it all, about putting others first. Do a good turn daily wasn’t just a motto for him, it was a lifestyle. I zipped up my coat a little further, opened my door, and walked out into the night.
By Clayton Lane5 years ago in Families
Sunday Mornings
Sunday mornings were the most beautiful time of the week. Of that, she was convinced. An early riser: age no longer permitting the much longed for 8 hours of dreamful escape that it once had, she would awaken at first light and quietly make her way down the stairs to her kitchen, tiptoeing as if in an attempt not to wake the world as it lay paralysed and unconscious around her. Any sound that filled this silent world would not only be an annoyance but an unwelcome alert, commanding men, women and children across the globe to awaken into the panic of everyday life. But not in this house – a two story, forest-wrapped haven tucked away in the outskirts of another concrete jungle.
By Callum Wareing-Smith5 years ago in Families
