Descriptive Essay Summer Days (fond memories) PDF

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Recall a place you were fond of as a child -- your grandmother's kitchen, a tree house, a library, a locker room, a vacation spot. What made it different from other places? Why was it important? What do you feel when you remember it? Write an essay in which you use specific, concrete details to ...

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Nicole Ortiz Professor Martinez ENGL 1301-457 6 October 2021 Summer Days

It was the first day of summer I woke up to the smell of fresh-cut grass, the sound of pigs oinking, cows mooing and chickens clucking. I am in my mother’s old childhood bedroom which seemed more like an attached outhouse in the back of the main house. The windows stay open day and night which is very normal out in the country. On my summer vacation in La Vernia, I enjoy the warm, sunny day on the farm with my family. As I get up I hear my grandmother in the kitchen, she spent most days in there. I head to the only restroom in the house. It was cold, creepy, and dark; did I mention it also had a second door to the outside with a small hook lock. It was even scarier at night! I rush to get out of that freezing restroom and head towards the kitchen. I must go through the living room where my grandfather is sitting in his wheelchair. He was a very grumpy man that did not talk much, just sat there watching his big wooden boxed television that more likely resembled furniture. As I pass by him we just look at each other blankly, feeling no connection. Now that I am older I feel regretful for not trying to get to know him more. I walked into the kitchen and saw my grandmother's big smile; my mother looks just like her. Seeing her gave me the happiest feeling she was the sweetest person I ever had the pleasure of being around, which was always mind blowing to me that her and my grandfather were together when they were total opposites. As I sat down at the kitchen table I could smell the

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aroma of pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and sausage. My grandmother loved to cook. I remember her repeatedly telling me it’s her favorite hobby and that one day when she passes, this is one thing she wants to be remembered by is her cooking! What I remember most about my grandmother is that every time I hugged her I could feel the love, the smell of her floral perfume and her awesome collection of sweaters. I could see my reflection in her big old-fashioned glasses but most of all I always remember her sense of humor. Most of my days were spent outside. I would go out in the morning to help my uncle Alex (who lived right behind my grandparents' house) feed all the animals and talk about what is on our agenda for the day. My mother had nine siblings, four of which were my uncles who also lived on the land. I would walk about a mile to get to my uncle Paul and aunt Margaret's house, always having to be careful along the way due to surrounding woods, snakes, and bobcats ominous presence. I loved being at my uncle's house, he was a long-haired rock and roll lover who always smelled like incense and was known to always be in the best mood. He taught me how to shoot a gun, how to make a swimming hole, and how to make an awesome arrow out of wood. My aunt would ask me if I had any request for dinner tonight and without fail I would always say I want your famous meatloaf, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. She also made the best german chocolate cake. At night, my uncle would make a bonfire and we would gather around to make s’mores while listening to rock and roll music. When I got sleepy, I would jump on to the back of the bed of his truck, laying down to gaze up at all the night’s stars while he drove me to my grandparent’s house. La Vernia is where I spent my summer days with my extended family. My grandfather and uncles built my grandmother's house with their bare hands so it was an incredibly special place to spend time at. I now pass by the land occasionally to remind myself of the good old

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days. My cousin has now knocked down the house due to it falling apart but my memories are still there. I can still see the ramp that was placed there for my grandfather, the screen door that use to creak as the wind blew, the side of the house where there was a carport cover where we use to have lunch in the afternoon and listen to conjunto/Spanish music. One day I hope to take my son there to show him where I spent my summer days and explain to him how much this place means to me....