Essay On My Grandparents In English Language

My Grandparents’ house looked quiet and serene, surrounded by its own garden. The front door of the house was connected with the gate of the garden by a short stone path which was smooth to step on. There was a set of concrete steps immediately before the front door. Along both sides of the path barrenly grew some weeds, as if a baldhead were showing off his funny crown. The garden was bordered by a circle of low bamboo hedge, wherein was planted some unknown brushwood shading the path, the steps and the bottom of the house if it was fine. I remember that I always spent the whole afternoon enjoying the coziness and happiness there almost at every sunny weekend.
The rusty brass number plate of the house, nailed tightly atop the front door, had lost the function of reminding us of the house number since it had been ruined by the green rust. But the rusty plate and the blurred figures looked quite harmonious with the aged dark wooden floor of the hallway. Stepping on the loose floor boards, I was always inevitably startled by the sudden sounds they made.
The floor of the living room was much lighter in color than that of the hallway. What impressed me most was a couple of old-fashioned padauk chairs, the arms of which had been naturally polished quite a bit, just like the surface of a mirror. They were placed abreast, with a padauk tea table in between, also outmoded. On the wall above hung an impressionist oil painting which was created by Grandpa, facing a much larger one on the opposite wall. I believed that they must be two of the most satisfactory works of my Grandpa. The dining room was on the left hand of the living room. Actually it was just a part of the living room. But for the smoked wall and the oval table in middle, I could hardly view it as a real dining room.
I often wondered --- and still do --- why the kitchen and the bath were designed adjacent to each other. The kitchen always smelled of hot and wild pepper, which reminded me of Sichuan, my Grandma’s hometown. And now Sichuan cuisines have become my favorite food. What I rejected most was to take a shower in the bath, the aged wall and stained bathtub giving me the creeps, although they were not really dirty but were just the result of years. On the left hand of the bath was the wooden stairs to the second floor, each step a bit sunk in through years of stepping.
Grandpa’s study was half occupied by an extremely unwieldy bookshelf, which had once been neat but was later chaotic. I was quite confused how Grandpa could easily find what he and others needed from the shelf. To put it bluntly, the rest space of the study was also in a mess, with paintings and albums stacking, brushes and scrolls crossing, and floor and walls randomly colored. When dealing with the mess, the housekeeper usually could not help complaining. And Grandpa always smiled and explained that it was just the efficiency for artistic creation. Despite the mess there, the treasures, as Grandpa called, on the shelf, also developed my interest in ancient Chinese literature.
It was quite a job for me to distinguish Grandpa’s bedroom from his study, the bed being the only remark. The two nightstands on the both sides of the bed had worked as two simple equipped bookshelves for quite a few years. When struck by the spirit, Grandpa usually could not wait to move to the study but began his work just in the bedroom. No wonder the two rooms resembled each other so much.
The only clear memory of my Grandma’s bedroom was a slightly musty and twist-cornered picture of Buddha hung on the south-facing wall and a gold-plating sculpture of Buddha placed on the middle of the chest of drawers. Drinking, smoking, or even making noise there were big taboos and were permanently forbidden, since they were symbols of disrespect towards Buddha. The devout Grandma always warned that we were bound to be punished if we disturbed or violated the sacred Buddha.
My Grandparents’ house is somewhere nostalgic, valuable, and touching, with the memories of years. It also provides a literary and artistic atmosphere for almost every child and grandchild. The shaded garden path, the rusty brass number plate, the smooth chair arms, the fantastic oil paintings, the stout bookshelf, and the aged Buddha picture, … all these compose an enthralling scene which is perpetually valued in my deep memory.

My grandparents

If you’re lucky enough to have grandparents still, visit them, cherish them and celebrate them while you can. 

 

Grandparents are the very elder member of the family. They are the most influential and important person in the household. In everyone’s life, they are most important. They love us so much and care for us selflessly and endlessly.

No one can take place in the heart, which special place they hold in our heart.

They know very well about the life because they suffered the whole life from the childhood to old. It is the primary reason they know all as compared to us. They never show us the wrong way for the life and always gives us advice and give guides for every step of life.

My grandparents are so lovable, caring, mature and patient. My grandparents always taught to me for make an always good behavior with all especially, with our elders. They taught me how to lead a respectable and fruitful life.

They share their all experience with me what they had done and what enjoyment they had joy. My grandparents always help to me for any problem and taught me to do a great thing in life.

I know that all thing they taught to me for my better life. And help me to take a right decision in life. I am not worrying that time when they showed me for doing anything.

My grandmother age is 65 years old, and grandfather age is 70 years old. But still, they have a young heart and do not seem to look so old like other people of the same age.

Always I notice that my grandparents are so conscious of his health and good physical being. My grandparents make all efforts for not seem to so old. Every day they do yoga and meditation for their good health. They are doing this exercises for moving at this old age. I admire with my grandparents because they are so healthy and active throughout the day.

They also teach me to yoga so that I can have a healthy skin and body. At this age also so strong desires towards leading an enjoyable house. They are full of and kindness bonding and family bonding. They are very modern yet firmly believe in family values. I have a big joint family. We are total 12 members in my house. We all love and respect each other a lot. My grandparents play a significant role in the great love and intimacy in the entire family.

They considered as an ideal couple in my relatives. People of all age love them and respects them a lot. They always have this aim of life for to see my family happy and healthy. At this age also they are very particular about their dressing and watch what they are wearing and how they look.

They have a good general knowledge as today also they regularly read the newspaper, books, and economics. I think I am blessed to have such good-hearted, lovable and unique grandparents. I learn many new things from each day. They are my role models. Nobody can ever replace them in my lives.

 

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