Donavan's Word Jar by Monalisa DeGross

Author:Monalisa DeGross
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2018-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

“I will,” Donavan called over his shoulder. He was already pulling on his shiny green slicker, rain hat, and his yellow rubber boots. He tucked his word jar in the crook of his arm. He thought if his grandma could see his problem, it might help her to come up with a great idea. Donavan opened the kitchen door and stepped out into the steady drizzle.

7

Donavan Dines

Donavan pushed open the heavy glass doors to the Mellow View Apartments. He smiled at Mr. Bill Gut, the security guard, as he signed his name in the guest book. Donavan pushed the button and got onto the elevator. His grandma lived on the fourth floor. Donavan didn’t like where Grandma lived now. Everyone there seemed so gloomy. He wondered if all senior citizens’ apartment buildings were like that. He missed the big house that Grandma used to live in, with its front porch and large backyard. Grandma had decided that her old house was too large after Grandpop died, so she sold it and moved. Now Grandma lived in the senior citizens’ building just a few blocks from where Donavan lived. He could see her anytime he wanted, and that was the best thing about her new apartment.

Donavan knocked on the apartment door and waited. When his grandma opened the door and saw him, she smiled.

“Donnie! What a pleasant surprise,” Grandma said, opening the door wider. “It’s nice to see you. Come in.”

Donavan went inside and began to take off his coat. He looked around Grandma’s apartment. His grandma was a collector, too. She collected anything given to her by her family and friends. Donavan thought this was a silly idea the first time she explained it to him. But then he decided that he liked the way Grandma’s different collections blended together. Her apartment reminded him of a patchwork quilt—colorful, warm, and cozy. Old-fashioned dolls in lace-trimmed dresses were propped against an assortment of pretty teapots. Strange seashells of different shapes and sizes surrounded potted philodendron, ivy, and African violets in small clay pots. Tin cans with faded labels from long, long ago shared a shelf with tiny ceramic animals. Grandma also collected fancy old hats. She had a large felt hat with lots of peacock feathers. Another hat was box-shaped and covered with a veil. The veil was sprinkled with lots of glittery stars. In the bands of some of her hats, Grandma had stuck postcards friends had sent her from faraway places. One postcard invited her to “Sunny, funny Acapulco.” Another postcard said that things were just “Dandy in Dixieland.”

Donavan’s favorite place in Grandma’s apartment was her picture wall. Here she displayed photographs of people she knew and liked. Grandma said that if she had not seen a person for a long time, she would visit them on her wall. So whenever he missed his grandpop, Donavan would go to the wall and visit him.

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