My Grandmama and I - Theodore Green

My Grandmama

Hello there. Well since everyone starts by introducing themselves, I would just like to say I'm Theodore, Theodore Green, yes that's my real name mind you. I just turned eight...well eight years and seven months, so yes, I'm a big boy now. Well that's what Grandmama says anyway, and I'd be a fool not to believe in my Grandmama, my Grandmama is the smartest, most wonderful Grandmama there is. Yes, I guess your Grandmama is a nice old lady too, but she's not my Grandmama. I bet your Grandmama doesn't teach you magic, mine does.
Now before you think this is something silly, a childish tale that I've somehow managed to make up in my imagination... this is quite real.
My Mama and Papa had a bad accident you see, Grandmama says that they went to a place called Heaven, I heard during the sermons where Grandmama takes me every Sunday, that Heaven is a jolly good place so even though I miss my Mama and Papa sometimes, I'm quite alright.
I moved in with my Grandmama, she lives somewhere in Norway, now don't give me that look, I can't tell you where exactly, my Grandmama says it has to be kept hidden, she made me swear it, cross my heart and pinky swear it, and I love my dear old Grandmama. So you understand, don't you?You do? That's just grand, so as I was saying, after I moved in with my Grandmama, I learned some wonderful things about her. I discovered something so utterly wonderful, it makes me tingle and shake, my lovely, doe-eyed Grandmama, with her silver hair that shines like a hallo over her head, is a witch.
Oh how dreadful, you say? Well of course not, I wouldn't be writing all these wonderful things if she was, now would I? There are always bad and good witches, not like those stories you hear during your bed time, no, those are just made up stories, to make you believe all witches are bad. Its the bad witches who spread these stories, so that it is far more difficult to catch a real bad witch and that's because good witches are easier to catch, good witches would never harm humans.
My Grandmama's Mama and her Mama before her were all good witches you see, so you don't have to worry about me, I'm just dandy, really I am.
My Grandmama and I live in a beautiful cottage on a hill top, she has books everywhere, from the kitchen table to the living room couch, the outside gardens, sometimes in between the rose bushes, she almost burnt a book once, she had been reading a book of spells while making me a cheese sandwich, and she had placed the book in the pan in place of the sandwich, we had a laugh.
My Grandmama loves me very much, she combs my hair back, into a gentleman's hairdo, that's what she calls it. She waits for me to brush my teeth, and wash my face, then she dresses me in my white button-up shirt and my brown, coffee colored pants and my brown suspenders, she'll put my red socks on and my black boots, and then she'll put my red bow tie and kiss me on my forehead and tell me what a fine young man I am, she does this every morning.
Then she packs us lunch, some sandwiches, some cheese and bread, an apple or two and some oranges and a bottle of ginger ale and a can of sardines, Mr. Fugglewort loves it. Ah yes, Mr. Fugglewort is Grandmama's cat, a silly cat, a lovely orange red, round, fat, very fluffy and always hungry.
After we pack our lunch, Grandmama, Mr. Fuggleworth and I, all go on an adventure.
Its a new adventure everyday, I'll tell you more about it later. Its bed time and I can hear Grandamama coming up the stairs, she always brings me two chocolate chip cookies and a glass of warm milk before bed. I can already smell those glorious chocolate chip cookies, my Grandmama makes the best ones.
I shall tell you more tomorrow, Goodnight.