"Look up at the stars and the biggest brightest star is me looking over you and protecting you," That quote came from a letter my Grandma wrote me before she passed away. That line keeps replaying in my head. My childhood was mostly a big blur, I seem to suffer from short term memory loss. I cannot remember all of the things that have happened throughout my childhood, except for my Grandma. Once of the biggest things I remember quite vividly is my Grandma's kitchen and memories that took place in that kitchen. My Grandma's house was the place that all of my cousins and my aunts came together. Trying to remember this great childhood room brings up both happy and sad moments in my families' history. The memories that were made in my Grandma's kitchen were made from deep sorrow and great happiness. .
Let's take a step back and describe my Grandma, the most caring and loving lady I have ever known. She was there for anyone who ever needed her; the rock of my entire family. When she had a stroke and got sick, it was one of the hardest times for me and my family. My Grandma, the strong lady that once was unbreakable and stubborn, who once was a beautiful rosy cheeked and bright eyed lady turned in to a prisoner of her own body, looking pale and .
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sickly. She became fragile and very ill as more time went by. It felt like she was sick for three thousand years, I couldn't bear watching her be in pain. She didn't want to let go, so she struggled for nearly a year. After a long struggle and fight for her life, my Grandma left this world, to be in a better place, with no more pain or struggles. The Angel that once walked this Earth became all of my families' guardian Angel up in Heaven. .
There are a lot of memories and place that remind me of my Grandmother, but when I think of my Grandma's kitchen, I always get a warm fuzzy feeling; a feeling of tremendous comfort and relief. Back when my Grandma was alive, my family was so close and connected.
Grandma's kitchen was a place I could go to eat her delicious homemade food. ... Grandma's kitchen is where my family's moral codes and values were solidified in my life. ... Grandma's kitchen had smells that lingered throughout the house. ... Grandma's kitchen was a place I could call home. ... Grandma's kitchen will always hold a special place in my heart....
She would always have a snack waiting for me on the kitchen table because she knew that I was hungry. ... I would have to go in the kitchen and try to make a sandwich on my own. ... Grandma was sick. ... There was no food in the kitchen. ... I shouted "grandma, grandma, grandma come back!" ...
I am standing in my tiny kitchen, half asleep, trying to prepare my breakfast - coffee and cereal - and at the same time looking out the window to see how the weather is. ... Still standing by my kitchen counter, I start to savor my coffee and continue to eat my corn flakes and then in the back of my mind I can hear the voice. ... I called her Grandma Stefcia, even though it was her son who was my real grandfather. ... Grandma Stefcia believed in strict discipline and showed her emotions with great restraint. ... I was probably six years old, and staying with Grandma Stefcia for the weekend. ...
If anyone had a reason to live for the day, it was my Grandma, Mary Sarina. ... She alway rose at five o'clock, winter and summer and the first thing she did was put on many layers of clothes - stays, petticoats, bodices, all to no end, and then went down to the kitchen where she would start her fresh coffee. ... Grandma always had deep black hair and she had kept a coil of it. ... It would also seem that grandma was always off to the church for some reason. ...
At least once a month my grandchildren and I head into the kitchen to bake oatmeal cookies. I have four grandchildren but only three are in the kitchen helping me, because the fourth one is a five month old baby. ... While they re gone I clean the kitchen, and cook two more batches for the rest of the week. ... Every grandma wants their grandchildren to think well of them, and every grandma wants to spoil their grandchildren just a little bit. It's like we grandmas want to give these grand-babies the extra time, and attention we didn't have time to give our own children when they wer...
Every Sunday evening I would walk into the kitchen and smell the sweet tomatoes boiling in my grandmother's giant sauce pot, with oregano, basil, and spices my nose couldn't decipher. ... Grandma's was a special place to eat our dinners when I was growing up it was at home where the protests were made. ... It was the only dish she could make without burning the kitchen down, and with minor incidents of the smoke detector going off. ... I remember being in my grandmother's kitchen while she was getting out the ingredients to make her lasagna. ... Once a month on the second ...
Later that day I was in the kitchen making lunch for me and my sister, when my grandpa got the heart wrenching call from the clinic. ... All I could think was that was not my grandma. ... As we waited, the nurse came and asked us if we wanted handprints to remember grandma by, we did and chose purple, as it was my grandma's favorite color. 10:00 AM came, and we all went into grandmas room with Pastor Shelly, and sat around grandmas bed as a prayer and blessing was given to grandma. ... It was time to take grandma off of life support. ... There will never be a person quite like my grand...
In the story "Everyday Use", there are three main characters Mrs. Johnson, the narrator, Maggie, the narrator's youngest daughter, and Dee, the narrator's oldest daughter. As the reader begins to read the story, the narrator describes Maggie's emotions towards Dee's visit home to prepare the reader ...
Esmay, or grandma, as she is better known, grew up in England, already she was bound to be "a proper lady". ... Esmay was taught to worship her man, and that a woman's place was in the house, doing kitchen duties and laundry, and having everything perfect for when the man of the house returns home from a horrendously troubling day at the office. ... And, much to grandma's surprise, my mother married, and had 3 children. ... I was pretty much as low as I could ever get in grandma's eyes. ... Now that I am older and a little wiser, I have become to realize one thing; Grand...