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Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
I'm Pretty Sure I May Have Just Become A Terrible Grandparent. Top Story - August 2021.
It was hot as hell, and I couldn't believe they didn't sit our group inside. Yet here we were, sitting in a covered patio with old school fans blowing warm air on us on a 95 degree Texas summer afternoon. And worse than that is we were about to be served some chips and salsa.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Families
Kickapoo Juice
The stars in the night’s sky have never shone as bright as since that night they tap danced across the pond's blackened ice. Sparkling and spinning mirror balls casting light in the dim night, the constellations dazzled but she closed her eyes. She recalled his scent securing its imprint in her bank of memory. He wore cologne that suggested mystery and debonair but revealed the back woods, nature loving country boy for whom he was reared. He was all of the above plus. The patriarch of the family was admired by all and hundreds arrived from near and far to pay their respects. She was a proud granddaughter and a grieving granddaughter. The air was crisp and nipped at her nose urging for her to return to the warmth in the home. Shivering in the cold, she took one last look at the frozen mass that once was a vibrant pond that grew into a lake and made the decision to go inside and engage.
By Max Mariner5 years ago in Families
Snowdrifts
The early winter storm brought several inches of snow. A beautiful blanket covered the fields and decorated the boughs of the trees. The roof of the old barn sagged a little under the weight of white snow that beautifully framed the fading red of the vertical planks of siding on the old barn. Morning sun and cold air combined to create icicles hanging from the eaves of the little white house snuggled into the edge of the woods. The rails of Grandpa's pioneer fence of lashed limbs lined with fresh snow and tree-trunk fence posts with white tufts atop each one added a rustic detail to the bucolic scene. Grandma's flower kettle was mounded with snow in place of her summer marigolds. The yard that had been glowing green and yellow with flashes of light from fireflies was now covered by that beautiful white blanket. Nature's fury painted a picture of beauty draped in a wonderful way upon the features of the farm and the woods around it.
By Thomas Durbin5 years ago in Families
I've Known He Was Racist Since I Knew What Racism Was
I was twenty. At a hotel, on vacation, in a mostly White area. We walked across the courtyard of the hotel and passed a young Black woman who had just sat down in one of the chairs, looking at her phone. A total stranger; presumably another guest on vacation.
By Samantha Blake5 years ago in Families
Glenn and Betty Weber
This is a picture I have never seen, until this day. I was writing a shortened down version of my life, when I started really missing my Grandma and Grandpa and I went searching the internet for them. I have to say, with respect to those we have loved and lost, finding information and record on the internet is something of beauty. I cannot thank those who made this possible, enough. I also want to thank my cousin Alicia Weber, who's Facebook page was the source for this photo. Thank you so much.
By Kerry Williams5 years ago in Families
Papa's Visit
I wondered why we had not seen papa Sylvester more than once in our lives. He arrived at our door in Milwaukee on a moderately cold and gray day in October of 1965. As I remember he was the same height as my father about 5’10” and a little bit thinner. My father was 5’10” weighed about 170-180 lbs. this is what I heard my mother say. As a child you do not really notice weight unless someone is extremely thin or fat. His complexion was very fair about two shades lighter than my dad’s (who was on the light side as we say in the black community) other than that their faces were the same. All the same features, wide noses, strong cheek bones and they both had a very bright and huge smile.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer5 years ago in Families
May all your lights be green
It was a quiet ride home from The Frog Pond Restaurant. Mary’s morning sickness had brought a quick end to their first anniversary dinner. She was leaning toward me, but not on me, like she would have back in 50’s and 60’s, when bench seats in the front of most cars, afforded a green light for passion to continue, even while driving. She held my arm and closed her eyes, as it began to rain, and I was annoyed, not distracted by the trinket swinging from the rearview mirror. It was a mini replica of a hanging traffic light, yellow in color and only different by the fact that all three lights were green, a little tag read, “May all your lights be green”. Each time a car would come toward us, their headlights would illuminate the green light, and reflect on my beautiful wife’s face.
By David X. Sheehan5 years ago in Families
Coming Home Again - Part V
A few months earlier, the Henry farm nestled in a beautiful mountain landscape was bustling with life and energy. The owner, Wilbur Henry, had slowed down and lost much of the rigorous strength and energy he once possessed. Still, until the day of the sudden, fatal heart attack, there was no sign of impending shutdown for Dustin's beloved Grandfather.
By Linda Rivenbark5 years ago in Families
The Apple Tree
It was a warm sunny day as Amber ran up to her parents all excited for the day they had planned to visit her grandparent's farm down by the coast. As they were driving along her mother told her that her parents had just recently got some new cattle and there was a big old bull amongst them and she had to watch where she was going when she was around the animals. Amber's cousin Jenny was meeting them at the farm so the girls wouldn't be bored while their parents were busy branding the cattle. As the truck turned off the main road onto a long dusty driveway Amber noticed the big bull out in the pasture running around and further down the driveway she noticed Jenny sitting on the fence.
By K.C. Keats5 years ago in Families
Grandmas Disappearance and Subtle Reappearance
Life is unexpected. You never know when you are in a dream or facing the defeat of reality. My name is Jade. I'm 18 now. When I was in the depths of being a 16 year old, I had a grandma. A grandma that baked cookies, a grandma that spoiled you half to death whenever you stayed over. I had a grandma that stood by my side through the worst. I was very close to my grandma.
By Anonymousauthor2015 years ago in Families
