The Jordan House
The beautiful thing about most humans, is that no matter what challenges life throws at them, and hard times may get it’s the simple things in life such as a certain place that can make all those troubles seemed to drift away, for me that would be my grandmother 's house in Southeast Portland, Oregon, But for the sake of this story let 's just call it the Jordan house in memory of my grandparents’. I did not grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I can say that the Jordan house was a decent family home in a beautiful neighborhood for the most part, and out of my 27 years of life, 24 those years I 've spent at the Jordan house and I can truly say that no matter how many bad memories I’ve had, they will never outweigh …show more content…
I can 't really tell you exactly how much fireworks we have, but for example I can definitely tell you that the show last for about 2 hours. With all of the explosions, setting off car alarms, dogs barking, and windows rattling there 's usually a few neighbors that come out to ask when will we be done "my answer is always, its Fourth of July it only comes once a year". For the neighbors that don 't, I usually get a nice glare from them in the morning when I 'm taking out the trash, or cleaning up the carcasses of fireworks that found a way of avoiding the trash can from the night.
With the summer coming to an end and everyone coming off of there for the Fourth of July hangovers, the Jordan house goes back to its original quiet family home in Southeast Portland, this is when grandma fills the hallways of the house with the Salem cigarette smoke, and Northwest Natural Gas that is blowing at 80 degrees from the furnace. This always made me feel like you were walking into a sauna, because you would break a sweat within the first five minutes of being in the …show more content…
However, the way I was raised is that you never talked back to your elders, and my grandmother has lived a long life so she 's able to do what she wants in her own house of course. Moving forward, I never really understood one the relationship between a grandparent and their grandchild, but for some reason you feel closer to them than you do your own parents at times, I think this is because grandparents are always just the cool parents you got to eat get ice cream, and candy with them even if mom and dad would say no; but for me it was that my grandmother was always there to listen even when I didn 't have no one else to talk
The beautiful thing about most humans, is that no matter what challenges life throws at them, and hard times may get it’s the simple things in life such as a certain place that can make all those troubles seemed to drift away, for me that would be my grandmother 's house in Southeast Portland, Oregon, But for the sake of this story let 's just call it the Jordan house in memory of my grandparents’. I did not grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I can say that the Jordan house was a decent family home in a beautiful neighborhood for the most part, and out of my 27 years of life, 24 those years I 've spent at the Jordan house and I can truly say that no matter how many bad memories I’ve had, they will never outweigh …show more content…
I can 't really tell you exactly how much fireworks we have, but for example I can definitely tell you that the show last for about 2 hours. With all of the explosions, setting off car alarms, dogs barking, and windows rattling there 's usually a few neighbors that come out to ask when will we be done "my answer is always, its Fourth of July it only comes once a year". For the neighbors that don 't, I usually get a nice glare from them in the morning when I 'm taking out the trash, or cleaning up the carcasses of fireworks that found a way of avoiding the trash can from the night.
With the summer coming to an end and everyone coming off of there for the Fourth of July hangovers, the Jordan house goes back to its original quiet family home in Southeast Portland, this is when grandma fills the hallways of the house with the Salem cigarette smoke, and Northwest Natural Gas that is blowing at 80 degrees from the furnace. This always made me feel like you were walking into a sauna, because you would break a sweat within the first five minutes of being in the …show more content…
However, the way I was raised is that you never talked back to your elders, and my grandmother has lived a long life so she 's able to do what she wants in her own house of course. Moving forward, I never really understood one the relationship between a grandparent and their grandchild, but for some reason you feel closer to them than you do your own parents at times, I think this is because grandparents are always just the cool parents you got to eat get ice cream, and candy with them even if mom and dad would say no; but for me it was that my grandmother was always there to listen even when I didn 't have no one else to talk