My grandmothers house has a very special place in my heart. I lived with my
grandmother for many years when I was little. Her house always seemed to have
something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the front door of
her house you notice a long, slender stairway that led up into the main hallway of the
house. The strong smell of cigarette smoke is quite evident when you reach this point.
Yes, my grandmother did smoke.
My grandmother's house was always full of laughter and many cheers. Our family
used to call it Grand Central Station. There was always someone over her house visiting
whether it be family or friends. My grandmother's doors were always open to everyone
no matter what. When my grandmother had company she would tell us very seriously to
act nicely in front of them or she would be very upset at us.
Matti
Grandparents
Grandparents Virji visit LailaMy grandmother always sat in the kitchen of her house. This is where she would
drink her hot black coffee with no sugar and smoke her Virginia Slim cigarettes. She
would sometimes sit in her kitchen for hours upon end and watch the ducks and the geese
swimming by on the river and if it were warm enough outside she would crumble up
some bread and feed it a little at a time to them.
In the summer time my grandmother and whoever happened to be at the house
would sit out on the sundeck for hours and talk about anything and everything
imaginable; she was known as the neighborhood gossip queen. The sundeck was a place
for everyone to sit and relax in the warm sunny breeze. My grandmother was a very
spontaneous person, she did what she wanted to at the...