A hearth is homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning and grief for the lost places of your past. I will be speaking about my grandmother Joan. She stayed under the same roof with me, my mother and brother. I want to explain that in my hiraeth project. Since this is a home I yearn to revisit since she has passed away. I will give a description of a room where we shared memories at. I’m going to explain my past when we would go to Sunday church and my mom cooking dinner on Sundays’. While my grandmother would rock back and forth in her pink love seat listening to Gospel music. She would tell stories about the old days how it wasn’t so much hatred that it is today and how much fun she would have in the city of Chester. She would explain the scene and make you feel like you were there. She would always provide a sense of comfort for the whole family. It would be just random times she would call out in the hallway for the family to come together to give a group hug and always explain that family was important. If I was worried about something she would always let me know it would be okay. Those times really stick with me until today. In my hiraeth project I will give a sense of understanding of us being a family. I will explain “it won’t always be the perfect family and you will always have your difficulties but you have to always remember that family is key”. By not having my grandmother in my family it tore the whole division of my family apart, but I always remember the great times that we shared on E 22ND St.
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