| General Non-Fiction posted December 11, 2024 |
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She was a friend to everyone.
My Grandma, Laverna
by pookietoo
I was raised in a small farming town called Oxford, Idaho. My six siblings, along with my mom and dad often visited my mother's mother, Laverna in Ogden, Utah. As soon as we walked in her house, she welcomed us with a kiss on the cheek. Her husband, my grandpa, George, passed away in 1969. I was only two when he passed away and didn't have the chance to know him. That is why I am glad I got to know my grandma, Laverna pretty well. We loved always being welcomed in her Ogden home with a kiss on the cheek. She liked to fix chicken and dumplings She had a nice color tv which we didn’t posses yet until our family finally was able to enjoy one of our own by winning a raffle at the Del Monte cannery in Franklin, Idaho a few years later in 1980. She was a very sweet lady, indeed, which was passed on to all her children whom she raised very benevolently instilling strong moral values and eternal truths. When we visited her, I liked to go across the street and visit my cousin, Wendy.
My grandma was a loving woman and a friend to everyone. I don't think she said an unkind word to everyone. She was a short woman like my mom was, about five foot tall. We enjoyed every minute of each visit to her house. She patterned her life after Jesus Christ and was a great example to me. The experience I remember best when we went to visit her was when my siblings and I decided to ride a purple bike around the block. I was eight years old. I thought I knew where I was going, but I got lost. My grandma lived on Adams Avenue, and I ended up going to Washington Boulevard. I was lost, scared, and felt alone. I asked a man if he knew where Ogden, Utah was. He told me he didn't think he knew where it was. I remember him being kind of an elderly fellow. Soon after that, a police car came because my mom called them and told them I was lost. When the police officer found me, I was sure glad. He took me back to my grandma's house. She passed away three years later. I never had a chance to redeem myself and ride the bike close to her house without getting lost.
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I was raised in a small farming town called Oxford, Idaho. My six siblings, along with my mom and dad often visited my mother's mother, Laverna in Ogden, Utah. As soon as we walked in her house, she welcomed us with a kiss on the cheek. Her husband, my grandpa, George, passed away in 1969. I was only two when he passed away and didn't have the chance to know him. That is why I am glad I got to know my grandma, Laverna pretty well. We loved always being welcomed in her Ogden home with a kiss on the cheek. She liked to fix chicken and dumplings She had a nice color tv which we didn’t posses yet until our family finally was able to enjoy one of our own by winning a raffle at the Del Monte cannery in Franklin, Idaho a few years later in 1980. She was a very sweet lady, indeed, which was passed on to all her children whom she raised very benevolently instilling strong moral values and eternal truths. When we visited her, I liked to go across the street and visit my cousin, Wendy.
My grandma was a loving woman and a friend to everyone. I don't think she said an unkind word to everyone. She was a short woman like my mom was, about five foot tall. We enjoyed every minute of each visit to her house. She patterned her life after Jesus Christ and was a great example to me. The experience I remember best when we went to visit her was when my siblings and I decided to ride a purple bike around the block. I was eight years old. I thought I knew where I was going, but I got lost. My grandma lived on Adams Avenue, and I ended up going to Washington Boulevard. I was lost, scared, and felt alone. I asked a man if he knew where Ogden, Utah was. He told me he didn't think he knew where it was. I remember him being kind of an elderly fellow. Soon after that, a police car came because my mom called them and told them I was lost. When the police officer found me, I was sure glad. He took me back to my grandma's house. She passed away three years later. I never had a chance to redeem myself and ride the bike close to her house without getting lost.
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