Stirlingshire, Balfron High School
I Caught One!
“I caught one!” I cried, and the bearded man smiled, his walking boots squelching as he rushed to my side. He dropped on his knees and examined my catch.
“An amazing specimen”, he exclaimed. “Nearly 2 inches long”
The trees rustled above us. My Grandfathers binoculars were instantly at his eyes, examining the trees.
“A kingfisher” Come, quickly and see!”
He lifted me on his shoulders, pressing his binoculars to my eyes. I gasped, A beautiful, aquamarine bird was sitting in the tree, holding a sparkling fish in its beak.
Jessie Anderson
Jessie Anderson. My Grandmother. I loved her so much, and I still do. She is an amazing person I will never, ever forget. She would wear an apron, or as I would call it, a permanent peenie.
She had dozens of things in the big pocket of the peenie. It was like a big pocket full of mysteries. It had sweeties, claes pegs and even drama. Bookie’s slips for betting on the horses. Pounds and 10 bob notes. She would send me up with the money to stand at the door of the bookies and ask a man to put it on.
My Grandmother, Jessie Anderson, is my hero and she will always be. I would go out and way beyond my limits to get tasks done for her. My Grandmother was a great person. Always smiling. Cheery and kind. So Jessie Anderson was my hero.
Sheila
She sat in the same old chair
Always so nosy, asking me
About my secrets
I could tell her everything
She was like a grandma,
A best friend.
Gran
She always sat in that one chair, watching TV. I remember watching her. Stubborn, but always kind.
My Gran, always interested in me. Always asking questions, always nosy. I just wished I’d asked her questions. If I had, I’d know far more about her.
She lived in a cottage, in the middle of nowhere. My mother would take me to visit, and I’d stay there alone with her for weeks. Also, I loved her cats!
My Gran was great at knitting too. Constantly knitting me jumpers, scarves.
I miss chatting to her; taking in what she said. I always answered her questions.
She loved telling me about her younger years in the war being a land girl. Strangely, she never wanted the war to end, as she loved being a land girl. She always smiled telling me about it.
My Gran never told me off, and was always supportive. I could tell her anything, ANYTHING!
Like a best friend to me.
I was very young.
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