Essay on Importance of Grandparents

In elementary school we had something called a grandparents tea. All your grandparents got to come on a certain date, and you ate cookies and juice with them as a class. When we found out about this event, my mom called my grandma and said that I had something to ask her. I asked in my little kid voice, “g-ma can you come for my grandparents tea?” She replied with, “I sure can sweetheart. I’ll be there.” This was towards the beginning of my grandma’s…

He would also teach me to be a tough, yet kind, person. There were times where he would teach me to develop a proper fighting stance in case I needed to defend myself during a fight (that has yet to come). He also taught me the importance of giving to others who are not as fortunate. For example, he once explained to me that he would often go to a bank in Minneapolis to convert U.S. dollars to Somali currency and then transfer them to his family overseas. And he always told me to…

Time goes by, traditions change, families grow and some memories fade. I took the time to talk to both of my grandparents about their experiences throughout life and was truly shocked at how different things used to be. They both lit up as they spoke about the happy times and while talking about the tougher times it was evident that they both support and love each other. My grandfather (Gene) was born in Keene, Kentucky on June 21, 1934; he remembers playing cowboys and Indians with his friends…

Holiday’s are a time for joy and family traditions, but what happens when things must rapidly change causing tradition to become lost? This last Christmas, my grandparents were unexpectedly forced to move houses due to my grandfather’s unknowing addiction; that Christmas, moods dropped from gleeful to depressed and confused. My grandfather had always been actively involved in the stock market, but we were unaware that it had become his addiction until Christmas day. My grandmother discovered…

Heifetz offers three categories in which a person’s loyalties lay, colleagues, community, and ancestors. I have always experienced conflict when it comes to my loyalties to colleagues, community, as well as ancestors. My profession is ministry in a for-profit hospice in addition to the church which overflows into all parts of my life. I am perhaps more devoted to hospice due to the hurt that I have experienced in the church. Hospice affords me the opportunity to do more in ministry then the…

Have you ever spoken with someone who you thought didn’t carry their communication efficiently, which made it hard to get anywhere in the conversation? When it comes to thinking of incompetent communicators in life it can be very difficult, especially when you might view yourself in that category. What you can say about someone else can easily be aimed right back at you. For that reason it can be very hard to think of someone to write about and the incompetencies they may have when it comes to…

Part One One thing I pride myself on is the way that I look at life. No matter the circumstance, I choose to believe that whatever happens is God’s plan and is happening for a greater reason. I can remember the first time my mom told me that everything happens for a reason, I was very young at the time, I know this because I was taking a bath with my two younger brothers when she got a call saying my great grandpa had passed away. My brothers and I were obviously very confused with the situation…

Lan Samantha Chang’s short story, “Water Names,” on the basis is three sister listening to their grandmother retell them an ancient legend or commonly considered a ghost story. The grandmother finishes the story abruptly leaving the children with many questions, as well as the reader. However if the story is read in-depth, one realizes that the interplay between the present setting and actions with the ancient legend holds an underlining meaning—desire in all forms and the disruption between old…

“Sofia, *Spanish*!” my abuelito called out to me in his heavy accent. “Okay, I got it!” I called over the thunderous noise of hearty laughter, children squealing, and another Joe Arroyo song. I squeezed between the numerous bodies that towered over my seven-year-old stature as I tried to reach the kitchen. My house wasn’t particularly big, but it always seemed to have an abundance of people in it; most speaking in a language which I only partially understood. When I stumbled into the kitchen, my…

The exhilarating vacation started with a spontaneous idea from my grandparents. My grandparents are in their sixties, have a kind personality, and are religious. It is quite rare for our gigantic Gjovik Family, consisting of thirty-one people, to go on a long, beautiful vacation together. Normally, a vacation would only be a couple nights in a hotel in Minnesota or nearby to Minnesota. However, my Grandpa and Grandma Gjovik were celebrating fifty well spent years together in marriage, along…