"Oh, Grandmama!!" I hear as I slowly turn around knowing who it is. I see my dear Olivia running up my old porch steps in her cute little princess outfit. I smile and say, "Oh sweet cheeks, come here." She reaches me and throws her arms around me. I hug her back and say, "Now what kind of a story would you want today? Cinderella? Sleeping Beauty? Or Robin Hood?" She practically whispers, "Why don't you tell me about you." I look down at the little six year old and say as I sit down in my rocking chair, "Me?" She says, "Well, I want to know what it was like when you were young?" I say, "Oh my dear Olivia, you don't want to hear about when I was younger." She pouts and says, "But Grandmama?" I sigh and say, "It's not always happy." She looks up at me with her big brown eyes. I say, "Oh alright, but we need to go inside for this long story." I get up and reach for my cane as I slowly get up. I open the door to my old house and walk in seeing all of my pictures from over the years. I smile as I sit down. Olivia sits down and crosses her legs. I scorn her and say, "A lady sits properly." She giggles and sits properly on the chair next to me. I smile and say, "Where to begin? Oh, how about when I married your grandfather?" She giggled and said, "No when you were born." I smile and say, "Alright, my dear Olivia."
Pearl Grace Parker. I was born on October 22, 1911. I was a small baby girl born to Charles and Alice Parker. They already had one son before me named Henry. He was six when I was born. I was definitely my father's favorite. We would play tag or hide and go seek all day. We had a giant house with many extra rooms where we could run around all day. We were happy. My father would go to work everyday and bring me shoes or a new dress every time he came home. I grew older and older; day by day. We would have grand dresses and parties all the time. My mother was a fine woman. I was three when my father was drafted into the war on November 2, 1914. The first war that is; I remember saying goodbye to him and my mother having the worst terrified look on her face. This is where my story starts.
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Pearl Grace Parker
General FictionPearl is sitting down with her granddaughter, when the little girl asks her about her own story. Pearl decides to tell her the story of her life starting back when she was born. Join Pearl through the roaring twenties, Great Depression, and war.
