Verbal Phrases+Picture Story=THIS

The child learned so much from just sitting there in the her Grandmama's living room. She closed her eyes and let her grandmothers husky voice create pictures in her mind. The smell of baking cookies swirled in the air and the cool air of the air conditioner made the moment all the more wonderful for her. She loved visiting her Grandmama, she always had so many stories to tell, one always more enthralling than the last.Though sometimes she was angry with her parents about leaving for the city so much, she did'nt mind spending the day with her Grandmama. As a matter of fact, she hated it when she had to go home. She listened intently and soon everything changed. The child no longer felt the cool ari conditioner but the warmth of the sun and a cool breeze. She didn't hear the hum of the icebox, but an a distant voice shouting out words. She saw many people, mostly of color, gathered around the Washington Monument and looking forward listening the shouting words. It took a while for the child to understand what picture her Grandmama's voice had created this time, but she soon realized that she had transported her back into time, into a very historic moment. A smile broke out across her face and listened to the speech of Martin Luther King Jr. All at once the scene disappeared before her and she was back in her Grandmama's living room and the cool air conditioner, the smell of baking cookies, the soft leather beneath her, were all back. All she could do was sit smiling at her grandmother, just as the door opened and the child's Mama walked into the living room.