Hi, my name is Nicole and I thought I'd write a story about my grandma and the struggles I have gone through with all of what had happened on April of 2011. This is not to be depressing. Although I am using this as therapy, but it is mainly to remember the wonderful stories and also to just make it feel like she is still with me.
My childhood was amazing to say the least. It was fun, and exciting, I learned new things everyday. And I was raised mostly by my grandparents. My mom worked a lot, as a single parent, you'd expect that. But while she worked, my grandma raised me. I feel blessed to have been raised by Eileen Thomas Johnston. My childhood was like any other childhood back in the 90s and early 2000s. Summer was spent outside, roughhousing and playing sports and running around. Meeting new friends was easy and having a nice spacey backyard made everything ginger peachy. During the winter months, or school year my schedule would change. For it would be school, then coming home and having my grandpa sometimes, helping me with homework. He would wear his pink rimmed glasses and he would be chewing his gum. Something I will never get out of my mind. Whenever I smell that winter fresh smell, I automatically think of him.
Then I would go outside and play for what felt like a long time. I was an outdoors girl, still am. And love finding time to do as many outdoor activities as possible. I was very much a tomboy and played basketball all the time. I loved to ride my skateboard, sitting down, up and down the sidewalk right outside my house. Then grandma would usually call me in around four. I would run in, and she would have me go take a shower or a bath. Usually a bath, because when you're young, nothing is dirty to you. Then afterwards I would go and eat dinner. Whatever grandma made. And whatever she made that night was good. You always could count on that. I loved her cooking. It's something I miss often. The house smells, and she always had a nice, cool new story to tell during dinner too. Then it was TV time along with a snack, usually chocolate pudding. Often we would watch Seinfeld, and then Wheel Of Fortune. Which my grandma always guessed the words way before the players on TV. I often told her she should have joined because I was most certain she would win. There could have been a cruise, and that was something she would have deserved. While we watched these shows, grandma would curl her hair. She would either read then go to bed, or then it was time to play cards. Ahh, cards, that was and will always be one of my favorite memories of her. We would play Uno, or Skippo and we would talk and talk and talk. Usually about our day, the news, school, friends, her childhood. Everything. She was my best friend.
One thing that I really hope people get out of my blog is not only my amazing grandma, but to cherish every relationship you have. Don't be selfish and always remember that family comes first. I will be writing a lot more stories of her, and I hope you read them too.
My childhood was amazing to say the least. It was fun, and exciting, I learned new things everyday. And I was raised mostly by my grandparents. My mom worked a lot, as a single parent, you'd expect that. But while she worked, my grandma raised me. I feel blessed to have been raised by Eileen Thomas Johnston. My childhood was like any other childhood back in the 90s and early 2000s. Summer was spent outside, roughhousing and playing sports and running around. Meeting new friends was easy and having a nice spacey backyard made everything ginger peachy. During the winter months, or school year my schedule would change. For it would be school, then coming home and having my grandpa sometimes, helping me with homework. He would wear his pink rimmed glasses and he would be chewing his gum. Something I will never get out of my mind. Whenever I smell that winter fresh smell, I automatically think of him.
Then I would go outside and play for what felt like a long time. I was an outdoors girl, still am. And love finding time to do as many outdoor activities as possible. I was very much a tomboy and played basketball all the time. I loved to ride my skateboard, sitting down, up and down the sidewalk right outside my house. Then grandma would usually call me in around four. I would run in, and she would have me go take a shower or a bath. Usually a bath, because when you're young, nothing is dirty to you. Then afterwards I would go and eat dinner. Whatever grandma made. And whatever she made that night was good. You always could count on that. I loved her cooking. It's something I miss often. The house smells, and she always had a nice, cool new story to tell during dinner too. Then it was TV time along with a snack, usually chocolate pudding. Often we would watch Seinfeld, and then Wheel Of Fortune. Which my grandma always guessed the words way before the players on TV. I often told her she should have joined because I was most certain she would win. There could have been a cruise, and that was something she would have deserved. While we watched these shows, grandma would curl her hair. She would either read then go to bed, or then it was time to play cards. Ahh, cards, that was and will always be one of my favorite memories of her. We would play Uno, or Skippo and we would talk and talk and talk. Usually about our day, the news, school, friends, her childhood. Everything. She was my best friend.
One thing that I really hope people get out of my blog is not only my amazing grandma, but to cherish every relationship you have. Don't be selfish and always remember that family comes first. I will be writing a lot more stories of her, and I hope you read them too.
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