Helping hand

Where I lived alot of people knew us growing up. We lived in a three story house on the corner. It was near the middle school, and Elementary School. My grandparents both retired. My grandmother was a nurse and my Grandfather a construction worker. My grandma always liking helping people in the neighborhood. So there was always someone coming by looking to do house work. Someone always wanted to fix broken things. Little did they know my grandfather already knew how to do those things. But what I think it was is my uncle friends came around when they needed a fix or some money to support their habit. My grandma being the kind person she was, she would let them take me and my siblings to the laundromat. We would wash clothes, get snacks, play in and outside the laundromat. When it was done we would go home. I would see my grandma give someone 10 or 20 dollars for something I thought we could of did by ourselves. My grandpa would fuss because he didnt want to pay, but grandma would always say Hun we have to help then even if we know its not right. They would come back day after day. She would feed them, let them use the phone. They would sometimes sit on the step and have a beer or cigarette. They would sometimes send someone else to come and clean the yard, take out the trash. Although alot of things they help with we already did, my grandma would never turn away someone less fortunate or who would need help.Grandma would throw cook outs and because she was the block captain, get the street block off so we could play in the street and some of the neighbors cook just enjoy each other. We had a man that had a garage next to our house he would use that to repair cars and it was a hang out spot it often smelled of car oil when we played outside and he always had on a one piece jump suit to fix cars in, it would always be really dirty, smell like car oil, he would always be outside faithfully fixing cars, sometimes people came by just to sit down with him, drink, laugh, listen to music and watch the woman come by to try to get with them. He was never disrespectful to grandma and if we needed air in our tires for our bikes he would do it. around the corner we had a yard we played in all the time and would just play with the dogs, make mud pies, and be kids. Sometimes my brother friends would watch us and laugh, sometimes my brother friends would come by to ride motorcycles or get their bike fixed. He used his yard to clean cars, make new repairs, put speakers in people cars, and show off his new dogs. We enjoyed some of the people that would surround us because it was our entertainment sometimes. But we knew deep down some of the people that were there so they can get something they needed from our grandma. She would sit outside the house in her chair and people would speak to her, and beep at her she always made people feel welcome no matter who they were.