It was just a typical Tuesday and I was standing at the counter preparing supper and as I gazed out the window I realized something wasn’t right. Normally I could see the horses prancing around the field but today the wooden fence around the horse corral was knocked over and the horses were nowhere to be seen. This is the beginning to one of my Grandmother’s classic stories that everybody in the family has heard to many times to count. Most people have at least one crazy story that they like to tell, and my family is no exception. The story that everyone on my father’s side of the family can recite word for word is the one where my grandmother lost the animals. The story sounds kind of crazy to begin with; the first time you hear it, I am positive you won’t think it is actually one hundred percent true. Nevertheless, I can assure you that this in fact did happen, and yes, my grandmother lost all six horses and a bull from the yard on the same day. First I’ll give you a little background …show more content…
So as the men were on their way to help, they saw the horses trotting down the street. Their job ended up being a lot easier than expected. They didn’t have to search for the horses at all they just had to round them up and bring them back to the corral. I am not sure of how they managed to round up six horses and bring them back, but never the less, the horses ended up back where they belonged. Now they had to get the bull. My grandmother says she wasn’t leaving the house and the other men had no clue how to get a bull rounded up, so she called the neighbour. The neighbour still lives there today and he is a good family friend. He is one of those guys who somehow knows how to do everything, so getting a bull to listen seemed easy to him. My grandmother has no clue how he did it but all of the animals eventually ended up back were the
The grandmother always would tell the grandson different stories about the land, the people, pretty much everything in the world. But one day she told him about the Deer Woman, because she thinks that he is becoming a fine hunter. She told him that his grandfather told her the story of the Deer Woman, how she would appear to lone hunter and welcome them into her lodge which would be alone lodge with warm furs and robes and a fire going. They would go in there and she would take their souls, some would have families that they forget about because they go looking for the Deer Woman but they never find her, because the Deer Woman took their souls they forget who they are forgetting about their families. The grandmother tells him not to go into the lodge that he was to turn back from where he came from and keep walking away. One day the Young Hunter was out with a couple other hunter they were hunting for the tribe, well he was out by himself and he ran into the Deer woman. She welcomed him, the hunters almost went into the lodge, but he remembers what his grandmother
The following story was told to me by a nineteen year old man in his dorm room at College on a Saturday afternoon in March. He is from Monroe, New Jersey, and lives with his two parents, his younger brother, his dog Cougar, and his cat affectionately known as Hellspawn. His father works as a contractor, a security guard, and a fire extinguisher inspector, and his mother works at a local garden center.
History tells about how a neighbor’s pig fell astray into the Nurse family’s yard and Rebecca Nurse yelled at her neighbor. Soon after the neighbor feel ill and died of a
The Mother is among a family of four who lives on a small farm and takes immense pride in what interests her, however her passion does not particularly lie in her two children; James and David; nor in her husband and their interests; but instead lies within her chickens. Though chickens bring the most joy to the Mother, they are not the sole animals that live on the farm. The animal that draws the most interest from the father, James and David is their horse, Scott. At a young age, Scott was used as a working mule for the family and grew up alongside the Father and two Sons. To the father, Scott was like one of his own sons, and to James and David, Scott was like their brother; but according to the Mother, “He’s been worthless these last few years”(Macleod, 267). Ever since Scott was young, he was a burden on the Mother’s lifestyle; she never took a liking to the horse even when he served as a source of profit for the family. The Mother had never appreciated the sentimental value that Scott possessed because he had never been a particular interest to her. Once Scott had aged and was no longer able...
Billy is coming home from work one day when suddenly he hears some dogs up the street fighting. He goes to check it out and finds them picking on a redbone hound. He saves the dog and cares for it through the night. It reminds him of his childhood. When Billy was ten years old he lived on a farm in the Ozark Mountains of northeastern Oklahoma. He wanted two good coonhounds very badly, he called it “puppy love”, but his papa could not afford to buy him the dogs. For many months, Billy tries to content himself with some rodent traps his papa gives him, but he still wants a dog. Then one day he finds a sportsman’s catalog in an abandoned campsite. In it he sees an ad for good hounds, at $25 each. He decides he wants to save $50 and order himself two hounds. Billy works hard, selling fruit and bait to fishermen, and gathering fruit that he sells to his grandfather at his store. Finally, he saves enough money and gives it to his grandfather to order the dogs for him and asks him to keep it s secret. When a notice comes that they have arrived at the mail depot in the nearby town of Tahlequah, they decide to go into town the next week. That night Billy decides he can not wait any longer. He packs himself a little food, and heads of for town following the river through the woods. He walks all night, and finally reaches town in the morning. The people in town laugh and stare at the young hillbilly, but it does not bother Billy he is there on a mission to get his dogs. He finally collects his dogs and walks back out of town with their small heads sticking out of his bag. Some schoolchildren mob around him and knock him down, but the town sheriff rescues him. The sheriff is impressed with Billy’s determination, and says he has grit. That, night Billy camped in a cave with his two puppies. They wake up in the middle of the night to hear the call of a mountain lion. Billy builds a fire to keep them safe, while the bigger of the two dogs, the male, barks into the night air.
As night struck I collapsed in my bed exhausted from the day, I felt like I’ve never done that much labor since we first came to Salem. I woke up early afternoon only to see a letter that my dad wrote stating he was going on a hunting trip. Every wednesday I take care of the chickens along with my sister Tara, our chicken coop is a couple of feet from our house and is home to about 12 chickens that are always rowdy.
The vicious dog ran straight for the grandmother 's house and knocked on the door. "Who is it?” said the grandmother. The dog replied, "It is Little Red Riding Coat. I have your care package." "Oh that is great. Just push the door open, it is unlocked," said the grandmother. The dog ran inside and bit the grandmother enough to make her pass out and dragged her out of the house so Little Red Riding Coat would not notice. He put on the grandmothers clothes and laid in bed like how the grandmother was.
While many people around the world look to America and see a better life waiting for them and the American Dream waiting to be lived, often times this dream never comes to fruition, even if they do reach America. Such is the case in the short story Grandma’s Tales, by Andrew Lam in which a recently deceased Vietnamese grandmother becomes reborn as a much younger and improved version of herself ready to live life to the fullest. This rebirth symbolizes the life that she wishes she lived, however due to constant conflict and famine in Vietnam, and her deteriorating health in America, was never able to do so. Instead of mourning this fact, in her final days the grandmother chooses to live her life through her granddaughters,
One day my mom told me we were going to visit her friend Peg”s farm. I didn’t feel like going out, but my mom insisted. So, we drove for 40 long minutes to this big farm out in the county.
It was a typical day until it happened. It Was a sunny day filled with warmth. The mesquites with their unpleasant stings woke me up. I was full of energy and felt like this morning is the best of all my mornings. That was probably because of how I hadn’t slept the day before and was tired. Opening the big window was first on my list. Getting breakfast was the second step and the most important step of all. Fresh eggs from my brown feathered hens were soft surrounded by goat cheese, and well cooked toast. Ordinarily,The place was mute. Only the sound of the wind shaking the old wood was heard. Living on this big plantation sometimes became boring. The indistinct voices of children playing in the distance are some of the only noises of people I hear. There was a battle going to happen tomorrow and therefore, I was trying to make this day a good one since it might be my last one. The day was going normally so far until someone came to my door. The guy rode horse and was very tired. It seemed as
This lady is the most wonderful person I 've ever met. She is old, affectionate, and intelligent. It took me eighteen years to realize how much this extraordinary person influenced my life. She 's the type of person who charms everyone with her stories and experiences. She always time for her family and friends. She is the kind of leader who does everything to keep her family together and in harmony. She is my grandmother.
In life many of us experience what it is like to be hurt by those we hold dear. As a young girl I saw this first hand that generally the people we hold the closest actually end up being the people that hurt us the most. You expect more from them and their actions affect you on a deeper level the people you hold to a different standard from your loved ones. My grandmother taught me through the hardships she experienced what it mean to be a genuinely selfless person. My grandmother showed me the best way to live is by ensuring the happiness of loved ones even when they have wronged you
A little girl has went to bring her grandmother some cookies, as she walks through the woods she meets a wolf and tells the wolf where she is headed. The wolf then beats the girl to her house, eats the grandmother, and dresses up as her to trick Little Red Riding Hood before she arrives. When she gets there she notices her Grandmother looks different. When she is close enough to recognize it is no her grandmother, the wolf eats her. In reality we all know that wolves cannot speak and are not intelligent enough to trick a human, but the moral behind the story is where the facts come in. In reality we all know we should not talk to strangers, its very dangerous. The wolf represents people who may be charming, polite or, sweet but are still strangers but in real life these are the people children should watch out for the
Something that I really struggled with was the passing of my Grandmother. She was a strong woman and an inspiration to everybody in my family. I think that I struggled with it because she was a great human being, I kind of looked up to her a bit, and of course she was part of my family. I think that along with her passing, I struggled with the fact that she died when I thought that she did nothing wrong in her entire life and did not deserve to die. Mainly the fact that she was a really good person and she just died like that.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.