have we would spend all day Saturday shopping and preparing our menu for Sunday dinner. After an all day outing‚ we would help grandma cut up greens‚ shell peas or beans if needed. When preparing and cooking Sunday dinner‚ the women would be in the kitchen lending a helping hand doing something and the men would be in charge of churning the homemade ice cream or tending to the grill if any meat needed to be grilled. Our family is from the Louisiana‚ South Georgia‚ and North Florida area. We believe
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the floor in my Grandma’s house. The memories of my childhood are my Grandma. It’s the smell of the bread‚ she baked every morning. My memories are the feelings of happiness‚ peace‚ kindness and care. It’s the perception of the surrounding world through love I was given and love I was taught. My grandmother usually got up very early. As a child I used to think that after she woke up‚ she was pulling the sleepyhead rooster to make him announce to the world a new day started. Grandma’s morning began
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Lai Xu Per. 10 2-4-03 A House to Remember I have moved in and out of many houses throughout the years‚ but none of them were as important to me as the house in which I grew up. I must admit that this house‚ although enormous‚ was neither the nicest nor the most comfortable house‚ yet my nostalgic nature has propelled me to treasure that house above all others. Having parted it for almost ten years‚ some details of the house are out of my grasp. The memory of the house now stands as a symbol of
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snow was higher than my head in some places‚ and it was so high that my brother and I could go sledding off the snow banks. The snow was almost two feet deep in my grandma’s yard‚ which made it difficult to walk up to their two story white house. When we did get inside‚ the warmth of the house consumed me‚ and the sweet smell of my grandma’s delicious baked goodies was everywhere. Each year when Christmas time comes around‚ my grandparents would decorate their house with a couple hundred little snowmen
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time it was. We had 3 hours till we had to be there. I couldn’t wait to taste my grandma’s sweet‚ cheesy Kanafe that she makes every Eid. A half hour later‚ I was in a pink dress with matching shoes. I was ready to go‚ and so were my sister and brother. But‚ as always‚ mom was telling us to: “Calm down. Be patient.” It was hard‚ though. We would see all our cousins‚ our uncles and aunts. Though we went to my grandma’s house every week and saw them all there‚ this was going to be special. I could
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My grandma’s condition wasn’t anything but hard for me and my family to deal with. Everyday with her was a roller coaster that held many twists and turns and couldn’t stay on the track. If you didn’t hold on tight‚ you’d thrown off. You never knew what she would remember each morning that she woke. Some days she would know the date and she was aware of her surroundings‚ while other days (which weren’t so great)‚ she’d be back in time when her husband was alive and she’d call for him. Then she’d be
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1 Anything could melt in the blazing summer of 1998. Birds went silent; grass stood lifeless; even the old electric fan in grandma’s house seemed ailing and needed an occasional nudge. Everyone in town‚ including the primetime news‚ were complaining about the seemingly endless summer‚ with the exception of me. I found it quite tolerable. In fact‚ I loved summer. For me‚ summer was a great opportunity to catch up on some of the longer books on my reading list. Without school or homework‚ I could finally
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A Christmas Surprise for Grandma by Gloria J. Shuttleworth Grandma lived on Sugar Creek Mountain all alone. It was a beautiful mountain‚ with tall cedar trees all over the mountain top. In the middle of the mountain was a crystal clear lake. The water in the lake was the prettiest blue you’ve ever seen. When the water was calm‚ you could see the fish swimming around in the lake. I loved sitting by the lake when I was a little girl. Grandma would pack us a lunch‚ and we would sit at the lake for
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and stammered into a field‚ blinded by frost covered glasses and an ambush of snow. She was hit from behind‚ and fell down on her face; most sadly destined to never awake. Grandpa who had also been drinking stammered home and passed out in the kitchen. The search began early on Christmas morning‚ when grandma was missing from both family homes. The children‚ their parents‚ and grandpa too‚ scoured for miles without knowing what to do. They soon came across the field‚ where previously grandma
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tender‚ perfectly golden browned skin makes this butterball turkey look picture perfect. It was the size of four footballs‚ an awfully big‚ bulky‚ bird. Surrounding the turkey‚ like the planets orbiting the sun‚ are the diverse side dishes. Grandma’s finest crunchy green bean casserole‚ sweet ‘n’ tangy carrot casserole with a crisp corn flake topping‚ and a heaping mountain of cheesy‚ creamy‚ mashed potatoes. The potatoes‚ a pale-colored mountain of rich‚ creamy deliciousness‚ sit next to a
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