Auntie Anne's House Research Paper

Great Auntie Anne’s House

There are many thoughts and memories that I still retain from my childhood. Many have given me new experiences and taught me lessons that have helped me grow. My great Auntie Anne has provided me with several memories, which I still recall occasionally. What are most difficult to forget are the memories of the times in her home. I have never found a home like hers. The memories I obtained outside of the cottage, in the main entrance, in the old library, and in the secret room are the memories most difficult to forget.

The small white cottage sat upon a large green field. My Auntie believed in allowing nature rule. A thick terra cotta wall kept the home safe from the outside world surrounded the cottage. Wild

Auntie, as she preferred to be called, was not a strict disciplinarian, so we were free to do what we wished. She resolved that her niece and nephews must learn to enjoy life as she did. We often visited her white cottage while on vacations. The front door of the house was a large wooden door with black iron strips running across. The handle was also made in the shape of a serpent, which symbolizes wisdom and the Earth spirit. Auntie always opened the door with her smiling wrinkled face greeting us as we walked through. As we entered the house we were led into a main room. It was simple and relaxing. To the right was a large window that overlooked the cobblestone driveway and entrance to the garage. To the left were two sectional floral Victorian couches that connected together in the corner of the room with a small square wooden table. On top of the table was a small picture of my Auntie and her husband. On the end of the room was a hallway. It led to a large room that contained the

We had many wondrous adventures in the dusty room. Surrounding the walls of the library were shelves of caged books. Some of the older books were chained to prevent the books from being removed from the room. What seemed like hundreds of books filled the cabinets and shelves that lined the walls. The centerpiece of the library was a large red leather chair whose metal buttons had begun to tear through the seams. A large stained brown rug covered secret compartments on the floor, which used to be used to hide the family’s treasures. I loved spending time in this room. I remember many times when my Auntie would read us several stories. On special occasions she would read us my favorite stories from 1001 Arabian Nights. I would dream of riding horses, meeting belly dancers, and going into the secret cave as I laid on the brown shaggy rug with blankets and pillows as she read from the red