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Rated: E · Essay · Biographical · #883330
About my grandma and I at the fair. Non-Fiction
         Every year during the summer when I was little we had lots we used to do, a lot of which we don’t do anymore. Mostly because doing those things to me is not as much fun as it used to be because lots of it I did with my grandma.
         My grandma was what you might call the type to love getting out and looking around either outside in her yard or watching her grandchildren grow up.
         But one week a year or so we would set aside some time and go to the fair. Grandma was the type who loved to look at the handmade crafts. She was as bad about that as I am about being in a store and just looking. Every year when fair time came around we knew we best get ready because my grandma would walk every inch of the craft display and walk everyone’s feet off. She would lose herself just looking at the things that were there. I think in a lot of ways she had to be thinking about the ways the older generations had to live before there were cars. My grandma had respect for the old ways of life and every year when we went to the fair with the exhibits that were set up there was an old log cabin set up where there were handmade quilts set up in it. Now me as young as I was I respected the old ways of life but I was not too fond of that cabin because I am terrified of old cabins or barns and never understood why. But every year here we would go back to that cabin to look at the handmade quilts.
         God love poor grandma and her love for the old ways but the biggest thing that was a sure bet you could count on was that every year grandma would have a ball and her having a good time for the time we had left with her is what we made sure she had, and what warmed all our hearts the most. All in all even loving her outweighed my fear of any old cabin. In essence when she died I lost a good part of who I was for a while. I will always miss her but at least I know in my heart I did as she wanted just by trying to make her happy.

Dedicated To My Grandma and Grandpa Ferguson

I Love You.

REST IN PEACE.

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