A place like home
McKenzie Clinton
College writing 1 C. Seppa
Descriptive essay
3/23/14
A Place like Home
My grandparents lived in their house for over 50 years; it’s the same house that my father and his 5 brothers and sisters grew up in. It’s a small house out in the country, 20 minutes from the nearest town, with a lot of fields, wooded areas and pastures for the various animals that belonged to my grandparents. The house has 2 stories, and when my father was growing up there were only 2 bedrooms, one for him and his 2 brothers and one for his 3 sisters. My grandparents slept on a pull-out couch in the living room until the 3rd bedroom was added on about 10 years ago. Even though the house was small there was always room for company. My grandparents loved to have visitors and were always happy to invite someone in. No matter what time of day you came to visit, you were always offered a hot cup of coffee and some sort of baked good.
After the long, cramped, 5 hour car ride, you would try to get out of the car as fast as possible, and run up to the old, wooden front door that had never been locked, and go into the front porch. In the front porch you would find, an old set of bull horns hanging proudly over the doorway, an old picture of the farm, and various pairs of cowboys boots and work boots. Along with the work boots and cowboy boots there was always a pair of moccasin slippers that belonged to my grandpa. He used to wear them around the house or onto the front porch to wave goodbye people towhen they were leaving. Although the front porch was nothing particularly special I always remember it as being an important part of going to my grandparents’ house because it was the first places I would go when we finally arrived there. After walking through the front porch, you would enter one of my favorite parts of the house, the kitchen and dining area. In the dining area hanging on the wall there were pelts of various animals, certificates from different
College writing 1 C. Seppa
Descriptive essay
3/23/14
A Place like Home
My grandparents lived in their house for over 50 years; it’s the same house that my father and his 5 brothers and sisters grew up in. It’s a small house out in the country, 20 minutes from the nearest town, with a lot of fields, wooded areas and pastures for the various animals that belonged to my grandparents. The house has 2 stories, and when my father was growing up there were only 2 bedrooms, one for him and his 2 brothers and one for his 3 sisters. My grandparents slept on a pull-out couch in the living room until the 3rd bedroom was added on about 10 years ago. Even though the house was small there was always room for company. My grandparents loved to have visitors and were always happy to invite someone in. No matter what time of day you came to visit, you were always offered a hot cup of coffee and some sort of baked good.
After the long, cramped, 5 hour car ride, you would try to get out of the car as fast as possible, and run up to the old, wooden front door that had never been locked, and go into the front porch. In the front porch you would find, an old set of bull horns hanging proudly over the doorway, an old picture of the farm, and various pairs of cowboys boots and work boots. Along with the work boots and cowboy boots there was always a pair of moccasin slippers that belonged to my grandpa. He used to wear them around the house or onto the front porch to wave goodbye people towhen they were leaving. Although the front porch was nothing particularly special I always remember it as being an important part of going to my grandparents’ house because it was the first places I would go when we finally arrived there. After walking through the front porch, you would enter one of my favorite parts of the house, the kitchen and dining area. In the dining area hanging on the wall there were pelts of various animals, certificates from different