Sorry, I’ve been away on travels south of home. Not able to post. Today we leave Chattanooga. Hard to leave. Kinda heart-achy. Can’t seem to get enough of Sember, Shaun, and grandchildren.
Denis found this among the calendar events, school papers and pics clipped to the refrigerator and says if I don’t post it, he will. So… from our oldest granddaughter.
Assignment: Descriptive Paragraph.
Directions: Describe a favorite relative.
Grade: 95%
My grandmother is a sweet old lady with snow white hair and blue sea eyes. Even though her breath smells like old smelly garlic her lotion smells like Magnolius and sweet butter. Her clothes are like winter rains. Most days she is quiet as a little white mouse. Her voice is like a Mockingbird singing in the breeze.
- Manessah LaRose
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Very cute! She obviously "gets" descriptive writing. You should be proud!bo
Oh to be described by child or grandchild like that! How wonderfully sweet - even the garlicky part :-)
Oh, this is just too good. You did the right thing, sharing it. :)
That is precious! What a sweet gift grandchildren are. :)
i love the gem of her impression of you! however, i'm surprised to hear that most days you are as "quiet as a little white mouse."
Taking after her grandma in the writing. Just read Toad H. Thank you. Ripped sheets...sounds familiar to me. As much of what you write. :-)
How beautiful! I want you for a grandmother!! Also, having read your newsletters for so long, it has been a joy reading about her as she grows up! You, and your family, continue to make me smile and be thankful for God's everyday graces!!
I AM proud of her. Even if she did take some literary license -- I'm chewing so many Altoids they're stripping the enamel from my teeth. And, Leslie, don't you think a mouse is less than one degree of separation from a rat?
How funny, but what beautiful writing. :)
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