Memories of a Visit to My Grandmother's House

I remember the smell of the country air as we went down south to visit my grandmother.I liked to wiggle my feet in the red dirt. My mother would always tell me not to get dirty because the red dirt was hard to come out of my clothes.Being a child, I did not care. I ran and played with my cousins.I remember running up and down the dirt roads. I felt free. That was a happy time in my life.

How can I forget the chickens that roamed free? Yes, I threw rocks at them because I didn’t know any better. My parents would run out to make us stop. In the backyard of my grandmother’s house, there were a lot of trees. I was told not to go back there because of the snakes. It was so beautiful. I use to imagine that it was the Garden of Eden.

I remember how my cousins use to tie strings around the June Bugs and held the string while they flew around. I was scared of them but that didn’t stop me from watching. I loved the smells that came from my grandmother’s kitchen. A good old homemade southern cooked meal, it would always put a smile on my face. Every time I went there, I thought it was magical. It was refreshing because I saw things through a child’s eyes.

There was so much love and wisdom there. I miss how my grandmother and I had long talks, while we sat in the swing on the porch. The day my grandmother passed, all of that went away. The house is still standing but broken, abandoned and alone. The beautiful plants and garden that once surrounded the house are no longer there. The life of the house left when my grandmother went home.

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ahorseback 3 years ago

Sassy ! As Dotti said there are depths f words inside you that you should really explore ! I believe it too !.....Your Buddy Ed

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marwan asmar 3 years ago from Amman, Jordan

A beautiful description, so vivid and imaginative, so nostalgic to a period one wishes it would come back, yet its marvellous, sticking with in the contours of the mind.

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D.Juris Stetser 3 years ago from South Dakota

This is so charming and have great depths in you, and your storytelling style lets us see all through your eyes....Wonderful work!

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ROMANCER OF LIFE 4 years ago from Honolulu, Hawaii

Simply beautiful... The memories of your visitation is beautiful. I love the painted picture that you created with your written words. I wish that you could have that moment with your grandmother again. Sitting on the porch swing having beautiful conversations with your grandmother. I needed to drop by your hub for a visit. It's been a while since I have logged on, but I'm gonna try to make some time for my writing again. I'm definitely looking forward to staying connected!

Many blessings :)

~ Romancer~

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epigramman 5 years ago

... a lovely thoughtful poetic elegy by a great and sensitive writer, that you are - and that I always most certainly enjoy.

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Silver Poet 5 years ago from the computer of a midwestern American writer

Thanks for sharing these treasured memories. I can almost smell that country air as I read!

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sassyk73 5 years ago from Milwaukee, WI Author

Memories are wonderful. Thank you for stopping by.

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wilderness 5 years ago from Boise, Idaho

My grandma has been gone now for many years, but you have brought back memories of long past.

Memories of the forest and giant stump behind the house. The small stream where I caught my first fish. The barn, full of hay and stalls. The huge garden, full of berry bushes.

Thank you.

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