Andrea Mickelson

Descriptive Essay

Freshman English

Nov. 27, 2007

My Grandma's House

When I was six years old, there was a snowstorm out at my grandma and grandpa Anschutz's house. The snow gathered higher than my dad's head in some places, and it was so high that we could go sledding off the snow banks. The snow was almost two feet deep in my grandma's yard, which made it hard to walk up to their two story white house. When we did get inside the house, the warmth of the stove consumed me, and the sweet smell of my grandma's delicious baked cookies and candy was everywhere. My grandma's house is a warm place where I feel at home and safe away from the bustle of my everyday life.

Each year when Christmas time rolls around, my grandma decorates her house with a couple hundred little snowmen gathered throughout the years. Almost every Christmas, we give my grandma a little snowman to add to her enormous and ever growing collection. She has one snowman that has its arms connected together so its hands are entwined; she hangs candy canes on it for us to eat. We dip them in sweet hot chocolate as we sit and watch Disney movies on their dusty old television.

The living room has an old brown couch sitting in the corner with a lamp and another chair next to it. The T.V. is in the opposite corner so you can see it from all angles of the room. When we go over to their house, my grandma always used to make us wear slippers from her slipper bag so we didn't get slivers from the old wooden floor. The living room and the dining room are separated by an old chair and the wall only goes half way through then curves off. The dining room has a big table usually covered in a snowman table cloth that sits right in the middle of it. Every year around Christmas my grandma makes oyster soup and we sit at their old table and eat it until we're sick.

When we have Christmas dinner the one thing to fear is the dreaded "kiddie" table. Every child wants to sit at the adult table, but they get told to go in the living room and sit at a small old rickety card table. The reason for our deep hatred of the "kiddie" table is not the table itself or even the aspect of it, but the chairs we are forced to sit in. My grandma has three old antique chairs that have baboon faces with their mouth's open, so that when you sit in them you feel like you are about to be eaten. After sitting in the chair for a little bit you get used t o it and have time to enjoy the salty ham that my grandma cooks.

After Christmas dinner we all gather in the living room to open the presents that we have bought for each other. My grandma has a little artificial Christmas tree that she sets on a table and we all set the presents cautiously under it. When no one's looking the children all go under the tree and snoop for the presents we are going to be given.

Around Christmas time my grandma has afternoon coffee at her house; she invites all my aunts and my mom's cousins. If this particular group of people gets put together the sounds of laughter tend to get louder than a screaming banshee. They sit around the dining room table, and talk about "the good old times," also known as their bean walking days. Sometimes they all break out into songs they remember from their childhood. On one particular sunny summer afternoon they sang about a little boy who poops on his slide and his mother yells at him. This song never fails to make my sister and I laugh.

My favorite part of my grandma's house is the kitchen. My grandma cooks things all day long and the aroma fills the whole house with its sweet smell. My spot at the kitchen table is to my grandma's right and across from my grandpa. My grandparents always have cookies that my grandma has cooked and candy on her counter; there is even a jar especially for M&M's, my dad's favorite treat.

When you leave the smell of the sweet, salty, and delicious food fades from your nose, and the last thing you see is my grandma waving at us out the window. We make the long drive down their driveway and turn left onto the highway leaving me with a warm and full feeling, I look up into the dark night sky and think of all the fun times I have had there with my family.