Summers With My Grandparents Essay

I remember people always making fun of the way we talked but the funnier thing was I thought the "hillbilly" slang they spoke was even worse. It was such a fun time and I was so full of exitement and anxiety to see them and all my other relatives. My grandparents always made it such a special time for my brother and I. Maw-Maw could really cook too. She could take a fresh catfish and make a gourmet meal from it. Home made apples pies with a crust that would curl your toes. A three-layered white frosted coconut cake the would melt in your mouth but above all her incredible homemade biscuits with lard all done up in her wood cooking stove. She used that to cook everything in. Even though she had an electric one she would tell us she hated it. She never even had a telephone until she was 60 years old and we only got to watch one program on her television, "The Young and The Restless". We had to be absolutely quiet almost to the point of tip toeing when her "stories" were on. After that we could again return to being the wild country bumpkins in and out of the house onto the front porch. That really amazing front porch. If that porch could talk my word, the stories it could tell. Discussions of hope and love, death and divorce and even then as a child not knowing that one day I would be sharing those same discussions with my Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw on that same front porch. When my cousins would come around, which was almost