Ouija On March 12,1991 , my cousins and I decided to stay the night at my great grandma’s house with her because we were getting ready for your family reunion the next day . I was the first one to arrive there, and when I had gotten there my grandmother was in the kitchen cooking up something to eat for my cousins and I. I gave her a hug and kissed her and peeked to see what she was cooking. She slapped my hand and told me to go outside and get her groceries from out of her car. While I was getting the groceries out of her car my cousin was pulling up in her car. We hugged and I helped her get her bags out of the car as we were walking into the house, she tripped and fell over a stump. She screamed in agonizing pain. “AGHHHH!” and she began to scream my name, “Natalie! Natalie!” my heart started pounding my hands started sweating. I began to scream for my grandmother. My grandmother came running outside panicking and asking what happened. She looked down and seen Breanna’s ankle she covered her mouth and started saying a prayer. As soon as we picked up Breanna’s things and took her in the house and propped her ankle up and put some ice on it until we got ready to go to the hospital. My grandmother brought her a glass of water and put a cold towel on her head to calm her down. We were getting ready to take her to the hospital when my cousin Macy pulled up , as she got out of the car she looked kind of confused on why we were holding on to Breanna helping her to the car then…
were chirping that’s one of my classical family stories that’s told at almost every holiday get together without fail. Most people have at least ones crazy story that they like to tell, and my family is no exception. The story that everyone on my father’s side of the family can recite word for word is the one where my grandmother lost the animals. The story sounds kind of crazy to begin with and the first time you hear it you aren’t sure if it is actually one hundred percent true. But, I can…
“You’re my new grandma,” uttered by an innocent five year old child to her already smiling grandmother. At a very young age, my grandmother and I had a bond. Not exactly the type of connection that a child has with their own grandmother or grandfather, but I had a very special type of bond with my own grandmother. She is a very sweet lady who takes in her children and grandchildren whenever they needed something or someone. My grandmother is my calming ocean and vice versa. My…
thinking of my grandmother’s house. I remember feeling the warmth of her house in the brisk, early morning when my mom dropped me off at her house. The home always has a welcoming sense that I am overwhelmed with when visiting. My grandmother’s house, my second home. A small, multi-colored brick house is where my memories take place. This old house has a treacherously huge hill; this hill has hidden patches of muddy brown puddles everywhere! A dangerously curved gravel driveway can be found…
snuck out of her house. She made her way to her child's house and entered through the back door. The child had a child of their own now and the mother knew what she had to do. She took the baby from their crib and ran. She ran all the way back to her house. The next morning the husband was very confused. He woke up with a new member of the household. He did not complain though and actually enjoyed having a child again. The mother and the husband raised their new baby much better then they raised…
written about them all ranging thousands of years, well to my grandmother, mother and myself, my great grandmother Blanche Beach is great and deserves her story to be told, so this is her story. It is important for her to be remembered because she is history, she lived through World War I, The Great Depression and World War II, and she had a front row seat to the world changing in her one hundred and two years. On January 25th, 1913 James Thompson, 47 years old shot and killed himself with a…
stories “Birds in the House,” “Tunneling to the Center of the Earth,” and “Grand Stand In.” Throughout the story “Birds in the House,” the narrator, Smoky, is appointed to be the mediator of his dad and uncles while they compete in an origami dispute over their childhood home. Smokey’s late grandmother expressed in her will that this is how they were to decide who gets to keep the house. Smokey’s family was well known for violence, so there is no question as to why the grandmother would try to…
you were to go to my house and you went over to my study area you would see a have a kind of desk, a chair, and a lamp. The desk actually contains a sewing machine in the inside that used to belong to my mother. God rest her soul. Main reason I use this as a desk it that it is one of the few places in my house where I have a flat surface that is not cluttered with odds and ends. Also this desk is in a centrally located place in the dining room right next to the dining table. The dining room…
I was born in Huntsville, Alabama my family moved to North Carolina in 2001 on the behalf of a troubling family member. I was not raised around religious people like most. The only person in my family that was religious was my grandmother, she use to force me and other siblings to come to church with her on Sundays. My grandmother was and still is very much senile; watches The Heat of The Night, and Family feud. She practically raised me and a few other siblings in the same home she owned for…
she was quite a show stopper as her mother. At seven years old my grandmother remembered her mom and dad divorcing each other, during that divorce her dad fought for custody of the children on the counts of her being unfit mother. In addition to the untruths of Victoria mother being unfit, her father lined all of his children up in front of the newly brought station wagon that her mother and her mother new found husband was in, and swore to kill the new husband if he caused harmed to his…