“Bo, get the picnic basket from your grandma and let’s get goin’. We got a long drive and I want to get there by ten.” Grandpa rubs his hands together in excitement and supervises loading the car. “Pearl,” he calls to my grandma. “Hurry up.”
Grandma comes down the stairs, her arms [...]
Archive for the ‘Grandpa’ Category
19 Jan
Tractor Pull Time
28 Nov
The Dairy Deal
“Smulling, will you walk to the Dairy and get me a gallon of milk?” Grandma yelled down to the basement. Then she yelled again. Grandpa hid out in the basement when he wasn’t listening to a baseball game. “Smulling? I need it for the gravy and I thought I might make some [...]
11 Nov
Grandpa’s Rear View Mirror
Grandpa, the handyman, the gardener, the landscaper, and the landlord of the apartment building in which we lived, celebrated his 80th birthday by ordering a fancy, expensive Lazy-Boy chair and placing it in front of the living room’s triple windows. He folded his heavy work pants and shirts, all green like Mr. Green-Jeans, and shoved [...]
1 Oct
Bo’s Introductions
I’m Manda and I write stories about my wacky family. Sometimes they are stories I read to my whole family after dinner. Sometimes, they’re secret stories and I lock them in my diary and hide them in a shoe box under my bed.
So here’s my family. There are four generations and we live in [...]
