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 Nonfiction piece 103 Alpha Dr. is a place very dear to my family and me. It was the home of my maternal grandmother. I spent many days in that house and every moment was cherished playing in that house. I loved every moment with my grandmother, but sadly those moments ended when she passed away on March 18 of 2006. There are so many stories to tell about that house, but sadly so many have been forgotten. I remember that every time that I would arrive at my grandmother’s house, there would always be a jar of maraschino cherries in her refrigerator. That jar of cherries has always been one of my favorite things about my grandmother’s house and will always be in my heart forever. She would also have fruit cocktail and would always cook spaghetti when I was hungry. She would always cook the best Langlinais french bread with garlic and butter in her broiler and she made my favorite homemade dish, my great-grandmother’s rice dressing every Thanksgiving and Christmas. Her backyard would always smell like oranges because the wind would blow through her satsuma tree and her fish pond would always splash when her fish would swim. Her bird feeder was always the thing that I would see first in her backyard to fill it up. The dog she had, whose name was Lea-Lea because my brother could not pronounce her name which was supposed to be Queenie, would always run up to you and give you a kiss on the cheek. Her concrete table would always be the place to sit and listen to nature and to sometimes enjoy the peace and quiet. I would love to go to her house to play in the playroom. Not only was it the place to play, but the place where a kid could play in peace. She would always let me leave my toys out so I wouldn’t have to start over again when I got there the next time. I remember that there was a marble slide game that my brother had gotten and lost over half the pieces to it and I would always wonder why I couldn’t finish the play set. While we were building our new house in Youngsville, my grandmother allowed my family to live in her house until ours was finished. I remember having to share the playroom to sleep in with my big brother, while my baby sister and my parents had my mom’s old room. I loved spending the night at her house and living with her for about a year. This house has always been one of the only places close to my heart and my grandmother will always be in me. 103 Alpha Dr. will never be forgotten and it will not only be an emblem of my childhood, but of my grandmother as well. Article posted October 23, 2011 at 07:08 PM • comment • Reads 121 • see all articles |
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