Memoir
The day was
crisp and new. I was excited. Today I would be flying to Texas with my grandma.
We arrived at the airport and went to our
terminal. My grandma hates flying and the whole flight she was tense with
worry. The flight was 3 ½ hours. When we finally hit the tarmac a rush
of relief washed over my grandma.
Once we had gathered our stuff
and left the plane we went to baggage claim. I saw my grandpa. “How is the
flight?”
“Fine, fine” replied my grandma
When I stepped out of the
automatic doors it hit me. The humidity was washing over me a giant wave.
Almost instantly covering me in a thick layer of sweat.
Once in the car Doal (grandpa)
started teasing me about my nail polish. When we got to my grandparents house
on Locke Lane I went up stairs and put my suitcase in my mom’s old room.
The next morning we went to my
grandma’s favorite Greek breakfast place. The waitress remembered from last
time I was there. I even had a usual.
Finally that afternoon we drove
to Galveston. My grandparents have a house out there that they were selling.
This is weird I was think to my self the whole time the Bay house gone? Really
gone? Truly and absolutely gone? For, forever?
This was one of the last
weekends that they could pack up and move all their belongings out of the
house. Selling the Bay house must be hard because they have had that house
since my mom was little. That’s the house my mom and my aunt grew up in. The
houses were my grandma and I made a failed attempt of pear jelly. We picked
some pears from my grandma’s tree outside of her and tried to boil them till
they were soft then adding sugar. After a half hour the whole house started to
smell like death. We just kept adding sugar. Finally we realized this wasn’t
working and gave up. Or how about the many green lizards that lived under my
grandparent’s house that always freaked me out. Or play Sorry and solitaire
with my grandma on the porch. Or the time that I sat on a bee in my bathing
suit, on the hammock. And the hammock I read the 5th Harry Potter
in that hammock.
The letting go was hard but I
know that even though the location is gone the memories are still fresh and
crisp in our minds.
Caitlin,
ReplyDeleteI thought your memoir was really interesting; it's funny how memories and things dear to people can be attached to something as simple as a house. You were very descriptive with each individual memory, like when you sat on a bee or tried to make pear jelly. Your memoir was very touching and well written. Great job!
Catlin,
ReplyDeleteI thought your memoir was very interesting! I think you could add a little description about your time on the plane ride though. how did it feel? good job thought, very descriptive
Thanks guys!
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