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Hands

They came to me again in a dream last night.

First, my Granny was with me again several nights back.

A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. 211 more words

Adventures

Mice in the Attic

by Ann Zimmerman

Shortly before, or maybe after, he went mad, my grandfather blasted a hole in his bedroom ceiling with a shotgun. He wanted to kill the mice scratching in his attic. 461 more words

Flash Fiction

night

Winter constellations

The weather has sure given the stars a shitkickin’ this year. I am yet to see the Milky Way lying sideways. Orion starts well off into the west after dark. 116 more words

Letter to Edmund

Hi grandpa, how are you? I hope you are well and doing better than you did here in this earthly life. 2,131 more words

African Diaspora

A Small Dose Of Oppression

My Grandfather executed his right as the man of the house to have full and ultimate control of the TV remote. We watched black and white western movies and the 1939 adaptation of Wuthering Heights until our eyes bled, we didn’t understand the plot even a little or the ‘greatness’ of Lawrence Olivier, how could we? 786 more words

a tribute to my grandfather

“Young people need something stable to hang on to — a culture connection, a sense of their own past, a hope for their own future. Most of all, they need what grandparents can give them.” 634 more words

1961: He never ever learned to read or write so well.

One year — 1961, to be specific — in the life of the Blumenau family of Stamford, Connecticut, as jointly interpreted by William H. Blumenau (calendar entries) and Charles A. 388 more words

Grandfather