grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Kudzu
1. “There are some things we gotta discuss,” I tell Walter Frank at breakfast. “About Grandpa. Some things you need to know before I leave.”
Matthew CulliferPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesMy Sweet 16
I was born on September 13th, 1999. If you do the math right, I'm currently 18 years old, and you might be thinking "You're Sweet 16? Seriously? That was like 2 years ago." Yes I know it was 2 years ago, but it's still something that I cherish.
A Granddaughter’s Story
Marcella runs around the house making sure the house was clean for her husband when he gets home from work. She just finished baking a fresh batch of muffins which made the whole house fill with the delicious aroma. She would need to pick the kids up from school soon, and she knows how much they like coming home to homemade chocolate chip muffins.
Megan DeMeoPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesIn The End
As I opened the door to your house the smell inside hit me, forcing me to wrinkle my nose. What was once a welcoming scent of tobacco, coffee, and after shave had turned into sickness and the sweet sickly smell of death. We walked into see you struggle to get up and you quickly had to sit back down. You could barely stand, let alone walk up to greet us. We both tried hugging you but you said it hurt so I didn't touch you. I know you didn't want to go to the hospital with us...but Nanny made you.
Bethany WintersPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesCarleen the Welder
1923 was a good year. On February 16, Howard Carter opened the inner burial chamber of Pharaoh Tutankhamen's tomb and found the sarcophagus. Not much later, on February 22, the first successful chinchilla farm in the US was established. Also in 1923, Time Magazine published its first issue, the first sound in a public film performance was at the Rialto Theater in New York City, Interpol was formed in Vienna, Babe Ruth hit two home-runs in a World Series game and the first planetarium opened at the Deutsche Museum in Munich. Above all that, Carleen Bates was born July 15, 1923.
Mitch DavisPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesTo the Grandmother I Never Knew...
You didn't know me, and I didn't know you. We were merely strangers that shared DNA. The saying blood runs deep is both true and yet, a lie. You see, I will never live without you, even though I did live without you. I will never forget you, though from day to day, you were like a whisper rather than an actual presence in my life.
Jessie MelansonPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesDying in Bad Weather
The very first thing my husband's grandmother ever said to me was, "I hope I don't die in the winter. I don't want anyone driving in bad weather to my funeral."
Tarin CampanellaPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesWhat I Learnt About Death
My Grandfather was a good man. As a young man, he served his country in battle, fighting for the freedom of those unable to defend themselves against the tyrants who imposed their will on the world. As a working man he served his community, fighting for fairness and equality of those who worked alongside him, trading blows with the heavyweights of industry whose tanks and shells had long-since been replaced with cuts in wages and inequitable conditions, and where men who worked themselves into early graves for paltry sums underpinned the few who grew continuously richer from their efforts. As a family man, he fought to preserve the innocence of his children in a changing world which saw men walk on distant rocks and peer into the far-flung reaches of the galaxy; and as an Old Man, he served his peers, his church, and his community, offering shelter and sustenance to those in need of his Christian charity. A man whose honour and decency was well-represented by the hundreds who mourned his passing, and passed glorious platitudes to those who knew and loved him most, lining the wood-adorned walls, smiling solemnly and shaking hands with the well-wishers who wished him well in his passing. Those who knew him well, loved him well, and remarked to his widow as such. And through tear-stained dignity, she accepted each gracious apology for his loss, followed by his children—my father and uncle—then by the grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and countless nieces and nephews.
Mark WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesHis Square Mile
When I was a child, I spent a lot of time with my Grandad. He grew up in a small village in North Wales in the 1930s. He told me all sorts of stories and now, I wanted to tell them to you.
Sian EvansPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesGrandfather's Pocket Watch
He moved slowly from the hospital bed to the bathroom. I watched his agony. I looked over at my grandmother. She sat quietly, his pain reflected in her eyes. They had been married, my grandfather and grandmother, for over forty years, and had raised two daughters, my aunt and my mother. And now she watched him slowly die.
David StonerPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesSuper Woman
"Lauren, I need your help,” she weakly said, as she passed me a box of a couple dozen bottles of pills. I was all of six years old and my Nana passed me the large slotted, weekly pill organizer.
French Fries for Breakfast
Her hair tastes like sour milk. Well, truthfully I never have tasted her hair but just by looking at it, I can imagine inhaling its frothy filth. It is usually put up in a bun but today I watch her take it down. Her grey hair pours down onto her shoulders and I smell its rottenness. I’ve never actually touched her hair but I know I’ll never forget how crinkled it feels, just like the French fries she makes me every Sunday morning. After church, my whole family piles up in the car and we drive to her house. Breakfast will always be waiting for us. The rest of my family always wants eggs and bacon for breakfast but I am picky. No matter what is being served, I always want French fries.
Katherine WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in Families