This is a story about my deceased grandfather. I devote it to all of my ancestors.
The painful experience of The Boston Marathon bombings and the beautiful birth of a child. How light and love triumphed over darkness and evil. How one family endured the days of terror.
The noises of grandpa was heard at his old house by relatives. He was dead 40 years ago. His employees were curious. He used to live in an old shophouse that was built before world war 1.
Grand-daughter Lu Qing proceeded to post pictures of her grandfather - dressed in an array of pink skirts, red tights and fur-lined women's jackets, just with the aim of promoting Yuekou, her online fashion outlet
The memories and love of grandparents last a lifetime...
A poem I wrote to my granddaughter telling her I was sorry for the time I missed with her. Even though she to young to remember, I have nothing to forget.
This is a chance for me to speak to the grand children that are so great that I will never see them.
Some grandpa called as grannypa composed a poem as per him for the first time Twas incredible hence my response I am an actor of poetry all know it...
A poems dedicated to my grandpa...Someone who was always been there for me and who I miss dearly.
Here are some of the many reasons why adult daughters remain to be 'daddy's little girl' in more ways than one.
Grandparent's Day is coming up quickly and the hunt is on for the perfect way to share the love you feel for the older generation in your life. Grandparents love handmade gifts from their heirs so what is better than having your kids make them a tailor-made memory book for their spec...
A poem challenge offered by Mark Brown gave birth to this poem of tribute to my grandfather.
“Christmas Just Won't Be The Same This Year” This Christmas decorations are going up and the lights will shine bright, but this Christmas just won't have the sparkle of years past. The bright light that guided us in years past is gone now. ...
My Grandfather was not a nice man, apparently, but he had a sense of humour.
It is a letter to my grandfather, so many in the family think that just because he is on his death bed then he is gone. But he isn't gone not yet at least. And should and when he does pass, then I will remember him for all times. The following letter shows that, since I can't be at hi...
Poetry: Reflections of Life's progressions, the twist and turns, the beliefs broken, and then reaffirmed. Life is limited only by the Time it is allow to expend.
The Newfangled Gramma remembers a girl scout project from the 1950s -- situpons. If you have some of these odd craft projects stashed in you attic, you might be sitting upon some cash.
Sharing some quotes from the book, letters to sam. It is a really inspiring book where people can get inspired. Therefore, I'm sharing them here with you guys. :)
The bond between a Grandfather and grandson is a special learing experience.
Poem For A Grandpa. Grandpa you are a wonderful poet for natural poets the flow comes from ones heart
A few interesting facts about this modern day crooner, who has had tremendous success.
This has come about cos today I was given a birthday card from my parents which they had kept for me. The card was for my fourth birthday from my Nanny Vi. I never knew my granddad.
My grandfather was always a stern, forbidding man. Behind his black, thick-rimmed glasses and cloud of cigarette smoke, he reminded me of the devil. But a hibiscus changed my perception of him completely and planted the seed of my love for gardening.
This is a short story about the last time I ever saw my grandfather.
My son Derek just returned from fighting the Davis Fire Montana. He received training from Peanut Pie Fire Enterprises. The fire is under containment, but the mountain pine beetle remains a big concern in the Rocky Mountain and Cascade Mountains.