The Importance Of Gardening

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“It was the little room, the one at the end of the house. I was going turn it into a sewing room, but it was so far away from my kitchen. For papa it was the garage. You know he was one mechanic, need plenty space. The area was big enough for us raise our six kids” (Mary Ann Feiteira, interview), says Mary Ann Feiteira. She is my great grandmother, “Gramz”, wife to my later great grandfather or “Papa”, and owner of our family home on 370 Makawao Ave. “All I wanted to raise my kids and that 's enough. I wanted to do it as simply as possible” (Mary Ann, interview). The area was indeed big enough to raise their six kids, and their six kids kids, and their kids kids kids. She answered my questions patiently. My questions slowly lead up to her relationship …show more content…
She let me dig in the dirt and taught me the first things I even learned about gardening. I watched her scoop soil into her seedling pots and copied to the best of my ability. The rules of gardening were simple, not too much sunlight, not too much water, and don’t touch it too much because it needs room to grow. We spent hours in her garden, me in my immortal little plastic boots that survived every storm and all the trampling feet. I “helped” her with my toy gardening tools and she worked diligently in her hands. During my quest for knowledge I finally had the idea to ask what kind of flower bush she had had growing right outside the front door since before I could remember. She told me it was a pink camilla, and her favorite flower. All my life the bush had always been there. I spent my childhood picking the delicate pink blossoms from the branches and throwing them around like confetti. But never once in the years before this paper did I ever think to ask what kind of flowers they were, thinking back now the pink camellias are a staple of my …show more content…
The newly replaced wooden floors used to be red with white and black flecks and full of holes, they would squeak with every step. Now they just slopped in the way the old worn frame of the house slopped. I thought back to when I was unafraid of laying on dirty floors to the days where I would grab a blanket and curl up under the kitchen table for a nap. ‘How would my family react if I tried to do that now?’ I thought to myself, imagining all the worried glances I’d catch from my family. Besides, I’ve realized bed are so much more comfortable. That and I’ve seen the size of some of the creepy crawlies that come out of the holes in the walls, no thank you

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