My belief and attitude toward family began to shift though during my high school years.
My belief and attitude toward family began to shift though during my high school years.
No one ever told me family could be deceiving and ruin your outlook on life, I had to learn that on my own. Growing up as a young black lady, my perspective on life was always pretty straightforward: treat people how you want to be treated, always have God in your heart, and know that there is so much I could achieve. Those cornerstones got me through most of my life. I had always been a charismatic, bubbly, lovable spirit. I was always the favorite child, family members adored me and saw me as ¨the one who is going to make it”.…
My eighty-three year old grandfather handed me an overwhelmingly thick book titled “Sheils Family History” and said, “Here; look through this. Maybe you’ll run into one of these people.” I suppressed a laugh, thinking of the near zero probability of me “running into” one of my distant family members as I travelled abroad for the next two weeks. However impatient, I sat quietly listening to my grandpa chirp away about our ancestors and his war stories, while I pictured myself for the next fourteen days in a completely new place.…
My family migrated to the United States in 1998, and decided to settle down in Little Italy Downtown. Growing up in this neighborhood I have witness new renovations taking place and people moving in and out. Reflecting back to my childhood I remember Little Italy as a small neighborhood with a small population , but over the years the number of young educated adults has moving in has increased drastically. Today Little Italy is made up mostly of restaurants, shops,art galleries, and residential units. Furthermore, this neighborhood can be describe as a very energetic neighborhood, each month Little Italy hosted several events such as festivals, the art walk show,and a weekly farmers market.…
The world I come from is filled with great people, and is set up with opportunities for success, and achievement. I come from a strong, large, multiracial family. A family of courage, pride and one that has fought to prosper for generations. I know because of them I became the woman I am today. I grew up very fortunate due to the fact that my parents fought so hard to give my three sister, brother and I the life they couldn't receive.…
Hi, Pat, The weather has been so gray and wet but Saturday when we went to Carmichael it was beautiful and sunny and continues to be nice. So our trip was dry and fun. We went to Fabrian’s Italian Bistro for dinner prior to the show. Remember Fabian?…
I am John; the youngest son of Blas and Kathleen Matic- impoverished young couple that migrated from Yugoslavia to make a new life in Australia. I have tried to compile a story of their life-their hopes, their fears their successes and their happiness. Much of the story has been compiled from my memory of talks with Mum and Dad, discussions with my elder sister Teresa and older brother Joseph. Unfortunately the amazing story of their life did not rate much importance to me until the last few years when I became to realize what our parents achieved and what an adventure they had made of their lives.…
I interviewed my seventy-five year old grandpa Donnie, researched the Voyles lineage book that my grandma Arlene helped compile, and talked with my dad in order to find out more about my family’s history. According to Grandpa Donnie, it all began in 1759 when Jacob Voils, his wife, and his four sons landed in Port Charleston from Wales. Jacob was a poor man and could not afford the family’s way to Charleston. Desperate, he made a deal with the ship’s captain to indenture his oldest son William Voils as a crew hand for four years in exchange for the family’s way. Upon regaining his freedom, William furiously changed the spelling of his last name to Voyles to break all ties from his father Jacob.…
I didn't mind that my pant size would get at least two sizes bigger, I wanted to experience life in rural Italy before I died. So fitting in a snug size 7/8 I have now checked that item off my bucket list. There are certain cultures and languages that you just find yourself gravitating towards as a youngin'. For me, it was always French, partially because my last name is Franco and I always thought it was perfect if I became a Franco-phone. That and my dad's name is Pierre, despite being Brazilian; it was a no brainer.…
My Italian heritage has given me a sense of who my family is as well as who I am. I have learned about my ancestors from my grandfather, who has told me numerous detailed stories about the hardships that he encountered throughout his life as well as those who came before him. The stories that have been told me allow me to better connection to my ancestors. My grandfather once told me the story of how his family arrived in the U.S. and the numerous adversities that followed them afterwards. He also told me stories about growing up in Pittsburg and about how he was required to work as a young child and teenager.…
Family Introduction Creating this genogram was a difficult task for me because my parents and their siblings hardly communicate with each other anymore. Ever since the passing of both my paternal grandfather and maternal grandmother, the families have simply fallen apart. Many relatives have distanced themselves from their extended families, and no longer have a desire to interact with their siblings or cousins. Sociopolitical and spiritual issues have caused some members of both families to harbor resentment against one another.…
I grow up in a very Latin traditional family, I have two brothers, one is younger and the other one is older, I am the only girl of the family. My dad is a jeweler and my mom is a stay home mother. My mother always wanted to work and do something different but my dad never let her, my family always have been very male chauvinist. I grow up watching the frustration of my mom because she never could accomplish her dreams and witnessing the mistreatment of my father to my mother, that bothered me a lot but there was not too much that I could do.…
Back in the days, the women of the Philippines were courted by a man who brought her down the biggest coconut from the coconut tree. The men were to climb the tree with no assistance or gadgets, just their bare hands and feet. This was how my grandparents met. At the time they were only teenagers and would not be married for another few years, but their marriage lasted for over fifty years before my grandpa became a widow. For the first few years of my early childhood I lived with them while my parents worked to establish a foundation for me, my brother, and sister.…
My dad died when I was eleven, and that is when my perspective changed. I was asked to leave school early that day on February 15th, 2009. At first, I thought I was finally going to meet the one and only Michael Phelps, since he was in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia for a visit. I was wrong. I was taken to the hospital where both of my parents worked, and didn’t find out about the news until I arrived.…
Memoir: The Tragedy of a Family Family is a value most people like to hold. It’s great to know that family is always there for each other, but seeing that family break a part is a sad experience. Great parents doomed to split or divorce is a big event for a family. It, sometimes, fully break families a part. The year 2012 was probably the worst year for me.…
As a child, having rules to follow wasn’t unheard of with my family. There was always a way to behavior with friends/family, at school, at home and out in the street. Often I found myself getting into trouble because I didn 't listen and also the fact that I always found some kind of way to slipping out of having to doing something that I knew I was supposed to do. But out of all the people in my family my mom was the strictest. When expectations set high, not meaning them meant my siblings and I typical had a week long cleaning punishments along with handing over all toys, games, and light up sneakers; about three times a week this happened to me.…