Until it happens to you, you must wonder what living in a “facility” like this is like. Carlton Senior Living. (Don’t call it an old folks home even if that is accurate!) Most of the residents here use walkers or are in a wheelchair. Many need to be pushed by a “care-giver” (most residents call them pee-cees).
When I was about 10 years old, my dad asked me if I could keep a secret. Toots was going to have a baby colt. I felt that keeping a secret was a high honor entrusted by my dad and me, and certainly obliged. A beautiful, long-legged, perfectly formed baby colt was born.
The following is an unedited paper written for Del Campo High School's Mr. Wagner's 2009 AP English. We were tasked with visiting local art galleries and to chronicle of our experience. I chose my grandfather's gallery in Paradise, California.
It was rare to leave the farm when I was growing up, but my dear, young father tried. One Sunday afternoon we drove through Point Defiance Park in Tacoma, about 60 miles north of our farm, and spotted a lone peacock calmly walking the path, dragging his beautiful plumage on the ground behind...
Yesterday marked the two year anniversary of the deadliest and most destructive wildfire in the history of California. With my grandparents losing their home to the Camp Fire, I decided to let my grandfather tell his side of the story. Enjoy a letter he wrote ...