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Chante Francisco

Descriptive Essay - My Grandparent’s House
   

      My most favorite place has always been my grandparent’s house.  This is the

place I would have to go to before and after school.  I have always loved my

grandparent’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 grandparent’s house.  My grandparent’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 client’s hair.  The smell of burning hair

would linger in the house for days.

    The house was old.  My grandparent’s lived in it most of their 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...
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