write a story about 150 word grandmother house
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My name is Catherine Gillis. I am the proud granddaughter of Alice Lafferty. I feel that my grandmother’s story needs to be heard. She is a positive role model because she has been through many hardships yet has maintained a desirable resiliency to those that know her life story. She is a strong woman that is to be admired. My grandma has a history full of culture and values that have been ingrained in her since birth. She has been through the residential schools, dealt with alcoholism, grieved over loved ones lost and is still able to overcome. Author's Statement
My name is Catherine Gillis. I am the proud granddaughter of Alice Lafferty. I feel that my grandmother’s story needs to be heard. She is a positive role model because she has been through many hardships yet has maintained a desirable resiliency to those that know her life story. She is a strong woman that is to be admired. My grandma has a history full of culture and values that have been ingrained in her since birth. She has been through the residential schools, dealt with alcoholism, grieved over loved ones lost and is still able to overcome.
Explanation:
My most favorite place has always been my grandmother’s house. This is the
place I would have to go to before and after school. I have always loved my
grandmother’s house because it made me feel safe and warm. There was a smell of coffee in the air at all times. It seemed like all my grandmother did was make coffee. If I smell coffee, I instantly think of my grandmother’s house. My grandmother’s house was always filled with people. I can remember sitting in a chair watching her do hair. She would take a hot comb and straighten her clients’ hair. The smell of burning hair
would linger in the house for days.
The house was old. My grandmother lived in it most of her life. The house was white with black trimming, but most of the paint was chipped away on the back porch, there was always fire wood. No matter if it was winter, spring, summer, or fall, there would always be firewood on the porch. The house had one of those older heaters that used firewood. I can recall putting wood in the heater and taking a poker to stir the
flames. That was the closest I ever came to playing with fire. I used to get so excited and would always volunteer to poke the fire. In the summer, we would play at the pond behind the house. It looked more like a swamp than a pond. The pond was black as night and home to the snakes, tadpoles, frogs, and fish. We would go to the pond to catch the tadpoles and fish. When night fell, we would run around and catch fireflies. We also helped plant peas, collard greens, and corn around the area. The corn grew up like a forest! I can remember running through the corn and playing hide and seek. Even after all the fun I had, picking the vegetables and shelling the peas was not my favorite moment. On Sundays, Grandmother would cook a big Sunday dinner. Everyone was expected to come to her house after church. The men would be in the den watching the television while the women cooked.