Grandmothers Stories Novels & Stories

In the way they looked at her, like she was magic, like she was hope, like she was home. "Grandma Lena!" A small voice called. Another tiny face, another generation, another piece of her heart walking around in the world. "Grandma Lena, tell us a story!" She looked at Kael, at Caspian. They nodded, their eyes warm. "Alright, little one." She opened her arms, and the child climbed into her lap. "Once upon a time, in a city far from here..." The story never got old. Neither did the love.

Almost all the stories about the establishment of the Siliwangi Cimahi Bandung battalion, his grandfather was a firm man and he had a rattan broom that was usually smacked against his grandson, who was not obnoxious and wayward. Meanwhile, many of my grandmothers are good at Dutch and Japanese. Every day they are taught a song for me who speaks Dutch or Japanese, but now I have forgotten the stanzas and tones. Funny, happy and amused I see it. Grandma often sang in the kitchen, cooking our dinner.

Grandma mentioned she could no longer produce babies. Did that mean she had given birth many times before? The herbs I received from the storekeeper cum pharmacist were definitely to stimulate ovulation, but what was next? Did Grandma give birth to babies, and where did they all go? Did the clients take the babies with them? What shocked me the most was the mention of her son—my father! But in the story I was told, my parents both passed away early in my life. Mom tragically passed away during childbirth, and Dad followed her footsteps soon due to intense grief.

Ruby got up and with a puzzled look stared at her grandmother. "What is it?" Summoning up her courage Ruby asked, "Tell me the story of my paternal grandparents." Grandmother Willow frowned and after a while replied, "If I tell you, you must promise not to seek any vengeance until you are ready." "Grandmother Willow I want to know more about my background. I want to understand what really happened."

"She knew about the family history. Not from documents. From her grandmother. She told me once, years ago, that her grandmother had told her something about their family and the original wound and some old connection her family had to the boundary. She said she had not understood it at the time and had not thought about it much since." "She told you this years ago," I said. "Yes," he said. "I did not ask her to explain it further because it seemed like an old family story. The kind of thing grandmothers tell grandchildren that is partly memory and partly something that has been changed by the telling over generations. I did not take it seriously." "But Mira did," I said.

Grandpa asked “My grandma Genesis use to tell me this story before bedtime. We thought it is a made-up story. Never would have guessed that it is actually about my roots” confused, she shrugged her shoulder. “Then your Grandma must have known something to prove your link to Samrat” Grandpa Kai shifted his eye to Zaden. “Where is your Grandma Genesis?” Zaden asked with a stern look.

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

I'm very grateful to her, but after years of closing myself off from everyone, it's not easy to open up again. I finished getting ready for school, so I went down to have breakfast. As usual, Aunt Autumn made one of her odd flavoured pancakes. It was purple this time, which was a lot better than the green pancakes she made last time. It tasted like ube, which is a purple yam that we got from my grandmother yesterday. To be honest, despite receiving so much stuff from her, I've actually never met my grandmother. Ever since that accident, the thought of passing by the same place where my mother died... It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

He nods, takes a large sip of his whiskey and sighs, “Yes, you deserve all the information we have.” He takes a deep shuddering breath. “Your Mother’s mother’s mother, your Great Grandmother, she was a prophetess. I don’t know exactly how it worked, but she wrote out her visions in a journal and that journal has been passed down to the next generation and the women each had some gift or other. Your grandmother was able to heal by touch, your mother…” he pauses, seeming to search for the right words.

I wonder what happened to her. I never met my grandma, my mom never met her too and till this day, nobody knows what happened to her. My mom said the first and last time she asked my grandad about his wife, it didn't end well so she left it, saying one day, she was eventually going to find out, we all were! It was for this reason, I also never wanted to ask him about her, I cherished my life too. It was also really confusing that there were no pictures of her anywhere, I didn't know what she looked like. My mom also told me she'd never seen any picture of her own mother, all this was really bothering.