题目内容
I found the imagination of becoming a grandmother somewhat discouraging. I was younger than I thought a grandmother should be when I got the news that I was going to become one myself. I admit, it was not a role that I was emotionally ready to accept. I had been a young mother, and had certainly hoped my daughter would not face that same challenge. I remarried when she was a teenager, and then had two more children. On getting the news that she was expecting, I remember thinking “What do I know about being a grandmother? —I haven’t even finished raising my own kids yet!” I don’t like to be unprepared, so I read a few books about grandparenting. That gave me a little help, but I was still uncertain. I thought about other grandmothers I knew, and got a few ideas I liked and a few more that I didn't. But I couldn't quite figure out what kind of grandmother I wanted to be. Then I thought about my own grandmother, Granny, as she’s known by most people, and I knew I had the answer.
I didn’t realize it until that moment, but my own grandmother was the example for the kind of grandmother I wanted to be. I am fortunate that I got to spend a lot of time with my grandparents when I was a little kid. Here's what I learned from my Granny:
Grandmothers always have a cookie jar. For my entire life, Granny always had a cookie jar full of cookies. When I was a little tiny girl, just at eye level with the counter, Granny would get the cookie jar down for me. When I was a little older I learned how to pull the chair over so I could reach. As I got taller, if I really stretched, I could reach the cookie jar with my finger tips and move it close enough to get it down off the counter to find out what kind of treat was inside. Always the first thing I did when I went to Granny 's house was check the cookie jar and there were always cookies in it. Many years later, I’ll drive my own children to Granny’s house and the first thing Pd do is get us all a cookie.
So grandmothers must have a cookie jar and on my granddaughte’ s first Christmas, my daughter bought me my own cookie jar. She said when they came to see me, her daughter would find the treat the way she did and I did.
The writer thought it was a little discouraging to be a grandmother because________.
A. she was not old enough to be one
B. she was not emotionally ready to be one
C. she thought her daughter was too young to be a mother
D. grandmother should be older than she was
The underlined phrase “that same challenge ” in the first paragraph refers to” ________”
A. taking care of a grandchild B. taking care of a baby
C. being a young grandmother D. being a young mother
It can be inferred from the last paragraph that________.
A. the writer has many happy memories of her grandmother’s cookie jar
B. the writer always wanted to know what was inside her grandmother’s cookie jar
C. the writer often drove her grandchildren to see her grandmother’s cookie jar
D. women of the writer ‘s age all have a cookie jar for their grandchildren
What kind of grandmother did the writer want to be?
A. One who has a jar filled with many kinds of cookies for children and herself.
B. One who grows up with her grandmother's cookie jar with all kinds of cookies.
C. One who is like her own grandmother with a cookie jar to treat her grandchildren.
D. One who always makes different kinds of cookies to treat her grandchildren.
Which of the following can be the best title of this text?
A. Grandmother’s Cookie Jar B.Grandmother’s Treat for Children
C. Grandmothers and Grandchildren D. Happy Memories of Cookies
【小题1】B【小题1】D【小题1】A【小题1】C【小题1】A
解析:
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One of my wonderful memories is about a Christmas gift. Unlike other gifts,it came without wrap(包装).
On September 11 th , 1 958,Mum gave birth to Richard.After she brought him home from hospital,she put him in my lap,saying, “I promised you a gift, and here it is.” What an honor! I turned four a month earlier and none of my friends had such a baby doll of their own.I played with it day and night. I sang to it, I told it stories.I told it over and over how much I loved it!
One morning, however,I found its bed empty. My doll was gone! I cried for it.Mum wept and told me that the poor little thing had been sent to a hospital.It had a fever. For several days,I heard Mum and Dad whispering such words as “hopeless”,“pitiful",and “dying”, which sounded Ominous.
Christmas was coming, “Don’t expect any presents this year,” Dad said, pointing at the socks I hung in the living room. “If your baby brother lives, that’ll be Christmas enough.” As he spoke,his eyes filled with tears. I’d never seen him cry before.
The phone rang early on Christmas morning.Dad jumped out of bed to answer it.From my bedroom I heard him say, “What? He’s all right?” He hung up and shouted upstairs. “The hospital said we can bring Richard home!” “Thank God!” I heard Mum cry.
From the window upstairs,I watched my parents rush out to the car.I had never seen them so happy. And I was also full of joy. What a wonderful day! My baby doll would be home. I ran downstairs. My socks still hung there flat.But I knew they were not empty: they were filled with love !
【小题1】What happened to the author on September 11th,1958?
A.He got a baby brother. | B.He got a Christmas gift. |
C.He became four years old. | D.He received a doll. |
A.Impossible. | B.Boring. | C.Difficult. | D.Fearful. |
A.Excitement. | B.Happiness. | C.Sadness. | D.Disappointment. |