Author & Editor Cynthia Hilston

Tag: grandma

  • Blogmas 2018 – Day 20 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018

    Missing you, Grandma, at Christmas and always.  

  • 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…

  • Blogmas 2018 – Day 12 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018

      https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fcyndi.hilston%2Fvideos%2F10154756953580030%2F&show_text=0&width=560   Merry Christmas!! As a gift to you, I’m sharing with you a part of a Christmas chapter from my story, Hannah’s Rainbow, which is based on my late grandma’s life. I recreated what a typical Christmas morning was like at my house when growing up and Grandma would spend the night. While…

  • Blogmas 2018 – Day 9 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018

    Most of us have traditions we carry out every year for the holidays. Maybe it’s putting special ornaments on the tree or going caroling with friends or getting together with certain family members. A lot of traditions involve baking or cooking certain recipes. For me, that recipe is for pinwheel cookies. My grandma used to make…

  • Blogmas 2018 – Day 8 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018

      A Merry Christmas Smiles frozen in time decorate ruddy faces And stare back at me, all bundled and warm In holiday sweaters and knitted hats. My fingers gently grace the baby Who was once me in the old Polaroid, The white tree with the red bulbs And our stockings with our names in the…

  • Blogmas 2018 – Day 3 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018

    The soft glow of candlelight illuminates the sanctuary while we sing “Silent Night.” A reverent awe flows through the atmosphere, seeming to carry everyone present to a higher, deeper level. After the service ends, stepping outside into the chill of the air as snow gently falls adds to that magical quality. It’s dark and the…

  • Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow

    “I would like it very much if you were all here with me,” Hannah said, wheezing.  She coughed several times. “Mom!” Abbi exclaimed, rushing to her side. The coughing spell subsided, and Hannah shook her head, holding up a placating hand.  “No, no, it’s nothing.  Please don’t make a fuss.  There’s nothing to be done. …

  • Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow

    R Rain hit Haley’s bedroom window, tracking down the glass like the tears on her face.  Her geometry homework sat unfinished in front of her as she lifted blurry eyes from the numbers and turned toward the wall separating her room from the bedroom next door.  She heard Pastor Rife’s muffled voice reciting the familiar…

  • 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…