Personal Writing: My Grandmother My grandmothers house has a very special place in my heart. I lived with my grandmother for many years when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the front door of her house you notice a long, slender stairway that led up into the main hallway of the house. The strong smell of cigarette smoke is quite evident when you reach this point. Yes, my grandmother did smoke. My grandmother's house was always full of laughter and many cheers. Our family used to call it Grand Central Station. There was always someone over her house v