Author & Editor Cynthia Hilston

Category: grandpa

  • Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow: Every Color Beautiful (Chapter 29)

    On Christmas morning, Brenda was busy playing with her new toys in the living room, remarking that she needed a cradle and a buggy for the baby doll. Hannah worked in the kitchen at preparing a sweet potato casserole for later that day.  The whole family would be gathering at her parents’ house that afternoon…

  • Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow: Every Color Beautiful

    Standing around the perimeter of the ballroom rented for the occasion, Hannah shifted uncomfortably in a deep red taffeta evening gown and in heels that were too high for her taste.  She lifted her right hand to her hair and smoothed it down. She wasn’t accustomed to such luxury, and without Maria’s help, she wouldn’t…

  • Blogmas 2018 – Day 6 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018

    According to Wikipedia: “The modern Christmas tree was developed in medieval Livonia (present-day Estonia and Latvia) and early modern Germany, where Protestant Germans brought decorated trees into their homes.[1][2] It acquired popularity beyond the Lutheran areas of Germany[1][3] and the Baltic countries during the second half of the 19th century, at first among the upper classes.” The Christmas tree is the most popular secular decoration in homes across…

  • Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow

    “It’s strange to be in such a quiet house,” said Hannah that evening.  “I can’t tell you how many times I wished for silence when the kids were driving me up a wall.  Now, it’s just us.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love that we can finally enjoy the peace and quiet as empty nesters,…

  • Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow

    “Well, it’s done.  I gave away my oldest.  No one told me it was this emotional.  I guess I know how your father must’ve felt now.” Hannah smiled fondly.  “Yeah, Pa was glassy-eyed, that old softie.  I was thinking about them last night.” Edward wrapped an arm around Hannah.  “If you need to cry, let…

  • Remembering Grandpa by Creating Him

    Remembering Grandpa by Creating Him

    We stood in the basement of my grandma’s old house, the place I visited every Sunday afternoon as a child. I was now an adult. While I knew she had passed away years ago, as had the man with me, the moment felt so real. The security of his arms around me, the steady rise…