Tag: grandmother

  • Court TV

    I had only gotten into watching court TV because of my grandmother.  Not one for really caring about celebrity crime, I only watched because she was obsessed and at the time, my babysitter.  She thought of herself as judge, justice and jury on every case and worked her personal revenge into most cases while masking…

  • The Diary

    “Pete has always been afraid of you and now I know why.”  Jenny’s voice came from behind me and startled me enough to drop the diary onto the hardwood floor.   “Jenny.  Listen -” I was reluctant to tell her what I was doing because she had always been so timid.  Her conscious was always…

  • Bingo

    I always thought my grandma won her extra money playing bingo with her friends.  She was always in the newest clothes, the newest fashion, paid her bills early and regularly had maintenance done on her car.  As she often played bingo (or at least told us she was off to bingo), I had never once…

  • Neglected

    I knew my life was going downhill when I saw the flowers in the front garden had started to wilt. The petunias were my grandmother’s pride and joy and when the flowers went downhill, I knew her health was declining.  The problem being that just last week, she had been her perfectly normal and healthy…

  • The Schoolhouse

    “The school looks older than I remember.  And significantly smaller,” I whispered as my cousin and I peeked out from behind the shed.  We weren’t supposed to be here, which is exactly why we were. We were supposed to be tucked safely into our beds at our grandmother’s house just down the street.  “I don’t…

  • Among the Flowers

    The only time I enjoyed my forced time with my grandmother was the sunny afternoon she met her friends in the park. I knew she wouldn’t let me play on the playground with the other children – she had some fear I was going to get kidnapped (I didn’t believe her because I knew she…

  • Surrounded by Fabric

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  As soon as we walked into the store, I knew I was home. I knew I could do whatever I wanted, make whatever I wanted, with the fabric surrounding me. The only thing in my way was how to pay for everything. Because of his broken relationship with my grandmother, my…

  • Finger Taps

    I watched as he tapped his fingers and wondered what my punishment might be.  I knew in the real world my transgressions weren’t too serious, but in the eyes of my father, they were enormous.  All I had wanted was one night out with my friends and here I was, sitting in the back of…

  • The Gourd

    I knew what happened to the gourd, but you couldn’t pay me enough money to tell my grandmother what happened.  Even if she didn’t agree, I knew my life would be over.  I don’t know what it was about my grandmother and her gourds, but the one I had just broken was her favorite.  I…

  • The Courtyard

    My grandfather’s courtyard was the only place where I truly felt at peace.  I spent at least one week at my grandfather’s house every summer, and if I was lucky, an entire month.  My dad disappeared from my life when I was seven and only came around once in a blue moon.  My grandparents stepped…