My Grandmothers House

In: English and Literature

Submitted By ssawyers85
Words 617
Pages 3
My grandmothers house has a special place in my heart. I lived

with my grandmother for many years when I was little. Her house always

seemed to have something about it that set it apart from any other house. As

you walk into the front door of her house you notice a long, slim

stairway that led up into the main hallway of the house. The strong smell

of cigarette smoke is pretty evident when you reach this hallway. Yes, my

grandmother did smoke.

My grandmother's house was always full of laughter and tons of smiles.

Our family used to call it mom's house. There was always someone

over her house visiting. My grandmother's doors were always open no matter what. When

my grandmother had company she would mute the television and start the coffee.

My grandmother always sat in the kitchen of her house. This is

where she would drink her hot black coffee with no sugar and smoke her

Winston light 100's. She would sometimes sit in her kitchen for hours

and watch the birds and squirrels. She would crumble up some toast and feed it to them

by tossing it on her sidewalk.

In the summer time my grandmother would sit out on the front porch for hours and talk

to any and everyone about everything imaginable. The front porch was a place for

everyone to sit and relax in the warm sun. She was always very active in many thing like

Veterans Auxiliary, making quilts, cooking, sewing, etc., but always had time for the ones

she loved.


Living at my grandmothers house was a lot of fun because she

was so easy going with me. She allowed me to do all the things that I

wanted to do. She was always willing to lend a hand in

anything that I needed. She was an extremely giving person to everyone around

her and she never asked for a thing in return. She always had a beautiful

smile that...