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.
Descriptive Essay Of My Grandparents' House
When I was younger, I used to always go to my grandparents house. Even though they haven't lived in their old house in a while, I will always remember it. It is a place I loved and have many memories in. My grandparent's house was my home away from home. They were very hardworking, caring, and strict and the way their house felt reflected their personalities.
The house I will forever have embedded in my mind was located in the rural town of Bovina, Texas. This was the house my father and his twelve brothers and sisters grew up in. Every time we went there, I remember driving up and the first thing I saw was a medium sized dead tree with a rickety tire swing hanging from one of the larger tree limbs. The front yard had splotches of somewhat green grass here and there. The walkway to the front porch was kind of old and some of the cement bricks were broken. As you neared the house you got a better look at the house. The right side of the house, right under all the window sills, there were dying flowers. My grandma loved to tend to her garden but since she was getting up in the years, it became harder and harder for her to do so. The paint on the house was old and weathered and some of the bricks were broken and missing which brought out the real age of the house. There was a weird sound that you heard as you entered the doorway that sounded a little like a car that was about to stall out. I later learned that that was the old leaky swamp cooler on top of the house.
When you got into the house, the smell of Mexican food and cleaning products attacked your nostrils. The living room walls were made of this fake wood-looking stuff. It looked like a typical living room. It had two couches, a chair and a table in the middle of the room. The couches were a dark maroon color and the center table was glass with metal legs that were painted gold. The...
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