Granny’s house
As you walk into the tell over grown knee high length green sharp blades of grass on the flat land of my grandmothers lawn, spying over head you
can see this small little one story house. From the outside you can hear a high
pitched raspy voice of a old women shouting at her dogs over the loud TV inside
the small house. Thump, thump. Goes the loose river rocks of the porch as you
step onto them walking to the front screen door. Getting closer to the door, the
smell of nicotine reaches your nose as it pours out of the house like foul smelling
garbage. “Hello?” You may ask, through the door. It’s a 50/50 chance you may be
heard if the TV doesn’t over power you with its booming voices of court people
fighting for who is right and who is wrong. Reaching over for the rusty door handle
and tugging back the springs on the screen door scream with a loud screech and
BAM as the door quickly swings back once you let go of it to step inside the
house. “Woof, woof!” Two husky looking black dogs greet you with a deep
threatening boom as they wobble towards you fat from being well fed. “Hello my
dear!” Granny greets you a teeth showing smile, her teeth yellow. Her hair is the
color of gray like as if its about to rain but with a hint of white clouds under the
gray. Her face wrinkled from all the chain smoking all those years of her youth. But
her blue eyes tell a totally different story. A story of a women who loves to give
love to others. To see them smile with happiness and give before ever thinking
about herself first. “Hello Granny!” You greet back pushing past the big black
shadows of dogs. Clunk, clunk. Goes your feet as you march over to the untidy
kitchen to see what masterpiece the old women is cuncockting up. Even though the
smell of cigarette is strong, there is another smell that is much sweeter smelling
then the cigarette. And that is the small of Bacon and Eggs. “Mmm! Smells great
Granny.” You cheer her on as you watch her behind the kitchen counter. “Oh! I just
HAD a dying craving for Bacon and Eggs so I have made some. Would you like
some as well Sugar?” She peeks over her shoulder to look at you as she cooks
over the sizzling stove. It is best to decline since it may be awhile until you ever do
leave. “No thank you Granny. I just came to say hello.” You answer and all
honesty. “Well if you do ever feel hungry just tell me and I’ll whip you up
something.” She beams at you going back to her cooking. “Okay…” You half state
as you glance around the wooded house. Pictures of young and old relatives are
on the wall, some living some dead. But there is this one picture with a quote that
stands out the most. It hangs on the wall up above the kitchen counter, “A messy
kitchen is a happy kitchen.” It announces to you. A smile tugs at the ends of your
lips as you look back at her cooking away. If you stop to take a moment and slow
down, the thought of her, this house, the dogs, and her cooking are a wonderful
moment in time that will never be forgotten. All the sounds in the house drown out
as you let your heart take a quite picture to forever carry with you.
