One day my mother said to me “Can you bring this basket of goodies to Grandma please?” “Yes Ma’am,” I said. “Don’t talk to strangers on your way.” My mother told me.. “Yes Ma'am,” I answered. I skipped off out of our cottage to Grandma’s house. I was walking down a different path today, so that I will get there faster. I passed a couple of trees. It was a very creepy pathway. I heard a rustling in the bushes behind me. I started walking faster. I looked behind me to see what was there. All of a sudden I ran into a giant wolf. He turned around. “Hello there, what is a little girl like you doing in the woods all by yourself?” He asked me. He seemed like a nice wolf. “I am bringing a basket of goodies to my Grandma.” I answered. “What a sweet little girl.” He commented. “Well I must be going.” …show more content…
He left with a “whoosh”.
“That was weird.” I thought. I kept onto the path until I could see Grandma’s cottage in the distance. I cut through the grass straight to the cottage. On my way there I kept running through what happened with the wolf in my head. I was wondering where the wolf had gone too. I opened the door and walked inside. “Hey Grandma, It’s Little Red.” I yelled. I walked in her bedroom. There she was. I sat on the side of the bed. “Grandma, you look different.” I told her. “My, what big eyes you have, Grandma.” “All the better to see you with, my dear.” Grandma replied. “My, what big ears you have, Grandma.” I said. “All the better to hear you with, my dear.” Grandma told me. ‘My what big teeth you have, Grandma.” I commented. “All the better to eat you with!” Grandma replied. Then I realized as the wolf pounced on me, that was not
Grandma. “Ahhh, someone help me!” I screamed. Before I knew it, the door slammed open. Two woodcutters ran in and grabbed the wolf by the tail, and they beat him up. The wolf darted out of the house. I opened up the cupboard, and I found Grandma. “I’m so glad to see you, Grandma.” I said with a big smile. “Likewise Little Red.” she responded. She gave me a big hug. I learned my lesson to not talk to strangers ever again.
Jake, Lucy’s neighbor was a well-educated kid. He was 15 years old and lives in an old timber house with his parents. Jake’s father was a farmer and had lived in the area since he was a lad. The area seemed to be haunted since creepy tales about all sorts of beasts was told. People even claimed that they were awakened some nights by a howling. Mostly people believed that it was a feral dog but Jakes father incised that it was a wolf, a ghost wolf. He was sure since he had seen a wolf in the forest when he was in Jake’s age, but none believed him. He kept telling his son about the wolf and Jake wanted to find out the truth. Lucy knew about Jake’s curiosity, at the same time as she decided to escape from her unbearable father. So she lied to get Jake by her side on the endless escape from the futureless community. She said that she knew where the wolf’s lair was. Jake got even more curious and joined her wolf hunting-adventure.
One of my earliest memories of Grandpa begins with us driving to the Monmouth Park Racetrack. We sure did love to go to the track and root for Julie Krone or one of our other favorite jockeys. He loved challenges, and he especially loved the challenge of picking the ponies. He would read the race programs in the Asbury Park Press and usually pre-pick most of the day's favorite horses before ever leaving the house. Still, on arrival, we always bought the program and maybe a race sheet or two before entering the track grandstand. After picking up a couple of seats right around the finish line or maybe a little past it, back to figuring he'd go. As he went, grandpa would always point out the horses that had won recently or looked like they were due. "I have a feeling about this one" he'd say.
I’m glad we have Maurice, my mother’s younger brother here today. Ella, her older sister, unfortunately couldn’t make it, but I know the news of my mothers death hit her hard. And I know that she prayed with all her will, for my mother.
Have you ever been away from someone so long and then with them for so short of a time, but in that time you see how wonderful this person is, and they leave a mark on everybody they meet, see or touch. The thing is this person has a big problem despite how many people they touch on the outside world, the truth is their family is falling apart …you’d never think this beautiful person has a dysfunctional family. This is a story about a lady I can call grandmother her name is Ms. Carolyn Ruth Norwood. My grandmother is a no nonsense person when it comes to her small family she always wants us to do our best in whatever we’re doing no matter what; I’ve always enjoyed having someone to motivate me with humor. It amazes me how the world works because
There is an old Yiddish proverb, when the heart is full, the eyes overflow. And so it is the case when we try to sum up and honor my mother’s life.
I was sitting at my small desk in my room when I saw my dad had come home from who knows what, wearing a sad face. He came up to my room with a big red rose. Right then I knew what was going on. I never spent a lot of time with family members who I was not close with. I acknowledged their presence, but I never talked a lot to or about them.
As I was squatting there in my little ditch while the snow rose about another inch I barely heard the sound of my grandma’s voice yelling my name. The cat had heard it too and scurried away; even though the cat was running away I was still not able to move because my legs would not work and I heard the sound of crunching footsteps coming from behind me looking for me but, I was still so scared that I realized that I came close to a wild animal that could really hurt me even though I thought that no animal could come into my grandparent’s property with the six foot high fence that surrounded the ten
I looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed the lines of my face and the curve of my neck. I looked down at my hands remembering the moment I first realized that they looked like hers. Long, thin, delicate hands perfect for playing the piano or braiding cornrows. All my life I had not noticed until the day I sat at her bedside holding her hand in mine. She had told me that she was not afraid to die. We sat in silence for a long time, sometimes sharing a stare and a smile. I don't know how long I sat there, looking at her, realizing for the first time who I looked so much like. As I stood in front of the mirror, I remembered that day as I prepared for her funeral. Sarah Smith, my grandmother's going home day. My father asked me to do her eulogy. I had thought and thought of what to say. The words didn't come until the morning of her funeral. That morning I went to the lake where me, my brothers, and my sister would go swimming in the summer on weekend visits to my grandmother's. As I soaked in the sun and watched its rays dance on the waters a memory came.
I would like to thank you all for coming to Arlyn's funeral. I am truly touched that you care enough to show your support for us and your respect for Arlyn this way.
My mother was a complex, multi-faceted person. Many of you here today knew my mother personally, and many of you knew my mother indirectly through one of her family members. You may have known her as a coworker, a friend, or a support person. Of course, all of my mother’s family here today each knew a part of her, a “facet” of her--as a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandmother, a cousin.
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.
All of a sudden, the forest became quite. The wind picked up and blew him off his feet. When I looked up it wasn't the wind at all. It was a long snout coming straight at me. It wrapped me up with leave...
My mom woke me the following morning. She had decided to bring me breakfast in bed...
Crawling, I try and find the warmth and heart beat of mama; she hasn’t returned home from her journey. My feathers are near frozen and and my stomach growls and lurches. I panic at the chill that washes over my body. The fluff and mama’s feathers are on the brink of extinction. Frost bitten and hungry, I stumble to the oval opening in the hollow. A fresh blanket of snow is layered over the great forest. Did mama get redirected in the snow? I wonder. I creep closer towards the rough unknown terrain ahead. Just as I step to the edge of the hollow, a mourning cry captures my attention. A lone wolf in the distance cries desperately out to his brothers and sisters. His howl is high pitched and strong. He is a lost teenager searching for a juvenile mate. Crashed with surprise I tilt forward, tipping even closer to the outside world. I attempt to balance on the sliver of the hollow’s cliff. As strong as my mind is compared to the actual strength of my petty body, I flap my wings as hard as I can. I’ve created a full power that has never been reached before in my entire being. I soar backwards into the rough inside of the hollow. Dazed with pure adrenaline, I lay there flat on my back. A stabbing pain slices deep into my vertebrae.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.