My Favorite Place Is My Grandmother House

My Favorite Place Is My Grandmother House

My most favorite place has always been my grandmother's house. This is the

place I would go to before and after school when I was little. I have always

loved my grandmother's house because it made me feel safe and warm. There

was always a smell of Spanish rice and beans in the air at all times. All my

grandmother did was make her Spanish rice and beans for anyone who came

over to visit. If I smell rice and beans, I instantly think of my grandmother's

house. My grandmother's house will always be filled with people. I can always

remember watching her in the kitchen cooking her butt off. She would take out

all her vegetables and cutting utensils so she can prepare her food. The smell of

her cooking would linger in the house for days. The house had one of those

older wood stove that used firewood. The house was old. My grandmother lived

in this house most of her life. The house was and old school house that was

turned into a place for her to live in, but the house needed some tender love

And care because most of the paint was chipping away. On the back porch there

was always fire wood. No matter if it was winter, spring, summer, or fall, there

was always firewood on the porch. I can recall during the winter time, we all use

to go out to the back and bring in some of that fire wood for the wood stove

and taking a poker to stir the flames. I would get so excited and would always

volunteer to poke the fire. In the summer, we would play down at the pond

behind the house. It looked more like a swamp than a pond. The pond was black

as night and home to the snakes, tadpoles, frogs, and fish. We would go to the

pond to catch the tadpoles and fish. At night we ran around and catch fireflies.

In the summer I also help my grandmother plant her favorite flowers in the

garden. I can also remember