My Grandfather Essay

Originating from my great grandfathers arrival to the United States from Italy, my fathers side of the family began in the small town of Dunlevy Pennsylvania. My father was born in 1963 in Germany while my grandfather was on deployment in the United States Air Force. Traveling the world my father found a place where he has not left. The city of Colorado Springs is where my mother and father first met. My mother was born in 1968 and is a Colorado native. They were married in 1987 and began…

My grandfather, Mohammad Yaqoob, was a great man. He was dearly loved by his wife, five children, and 12 grandchildren. He was born to Ghulam Mohammad and Rakhi in a big village Chander Ke Rajputan, Pakistan. He had seven siblings; four brothers and three sisters. His childhood is best described as both humble and fascinating. He lived a life that was full of pride, joy, and happiness. He took pride in his career as a businessman. It all started at an early age of 14 for him. He was the second…

I never had the privilege of knowing my great grandfather, Zachary Hubayev. He died at the age of 72 in 1979, before I was even born. I 've heard many stories about him and the experiences he had at war. September 1, 1939 was the official beginning of World War II. However, on June 22nd, 1941, the Soviet Union was invaded by Germany. This was in fact the largest German military operation of World War II. This invasion caused the draft of young men to commence. These “men” (some as young as…

“Strive to shape your life.” My Grandfather advised. “Get out of your comfort zone and knock down all of the obstacles in your way.” At first, I didn’t know what he meant, but as time went by, my grandfather’s words started to make sense, and would later become the most meaningful advice I have ever received. My family came from humble beginnings in the Philippines, where the word “easy” wasn’t in their vocabulary. My grandparents worked from sunrise to sunset every day in the hot, humid…

When I was in the sixth grade my maternal grandfather was diagnosed Multiple Myeloma. I didn’t know much about what it was but I knew it was bad. It was cancer and as I sixth grader I knew that cancer was a scary word typically used to describe some sort of disease that would later turn fatal. My grandfather wasn’t given a sentence, none of us were sat down by the doctor and told we sound be preparing our goodbyes, we were told that the cancer wouldn’t kill him and to go on living a normal life.…

I have done my study from India and I personally think my parents played an important part in my personal and academic life. Whether it’s their involvement from beginning of my study or help me to come out of personal problems. I have start working with children from January 2013 as volunteer. The first thing came in my mind that How as a practitioner I can encourage parents to involve in their child’s learning and development? Are there any barriers? If there is any then how to eliminate them,…

about what to write about my childhood, I always go back to the age of fourteen. There were a lot of things that transpired at that age including the death of my grandfather, which has to be one of the worst times of my life, and the birth of my twin brother and sister. I had a very stable environment, and I interacted well with others. However, unlike most, I never wanted to “fit in”. A fourteen-year-old girl that always had the mindset of being her own person; that was me. My parents never…

and a time to be thankful for everything you 've ever been blessed with. For my grandfather, death was knocking at his door two years after he was diagnosed with bone cancer. He had gone through treatment, but eventually it stopped working and the only thing anyone could do was wait. My grandfather was admitted to the Gosnell Memorial Hospice House in Scarborough, Maine on July 29, 2013. I got the phone call from my older sister, Amanda, and I knew something was very wrong the moment I heard…

d. My grandpa’s family did not accept us or my grandma because we were not full blooded Cherokee. We were not accepted on their reservation. e. The only intercultural/ethnic marriage was my grandpa and grandma harness. My grandpa’s family did not talk to us or come visit. They did not accept my grandma or my mother. f. My grandmother’s only went to school until the 10th grade. My father dropped out in the 9th grade. All of the rest of my relatives graduated high school. However, my…

I could not believe the day that my grandfather would be gone forever. Along with my grandmother, he was the one who raised me; he taught me how to become a good person. Therefore, when it happened, I could not stand on my own two feet. However, I must learn to accept the truth because it is fact that no one can escape death and sooner or later we need to face it. Through that, the death of my grandfather had taught me much about life such an taking care of my health, not giving up on anything ;…