My Family Essay

A Successful Immigrant Story My father’s history is an example of determination, hard work and achievements. His desire to learn, to adapt, and to teach, as well as his special skills and talents makes his story a successful immigration one; an American Dream. Dante Americo Verme Ferreyra was born in 1953 in Lima, Peru and he is my father. His father, Dante Antonio Verme Ryan was commonly known as “Kukuki”—he liked cookies—and was also born in Lima, Peru, in 1922. “Kukuki’s” father was born in…

My family is an extended family who currently reside in Crystal City, Texas. My family as far as I can remember had always been a migrating family, it started with my great grandparents. My family still migrated early in my childhood. Growing up in a migrating family helped me gain experiences and knowledge of different cultures. Migrating with my family was one of my best childhood memories. Having my cousins sharing the experience with me and making new friends across the country defined who…

My hero would have to be my family in many ways they are just like the story Beowulf. They are heroic, incorrigible, and they are there when I need them no matter what the cause is just like Beowulf. My family has to stick together because that's all I got, just like Beowulf and his men. They will have to stick together to defeat what's in front of them, in their case a evil creature that carries fifteen men in each hand. What I picture when the people in Hrothgar's kingdom looked like is what I…

where I live, they automatically believe that I am in a gang even if I am only 5 feet tall. Living in Barrio Logan I have faced so many typical stereotypes about my neighborhood, but I don’t see it that way. Barrio Logan is not just a neighborhood, it's a supporting community. Everyone goes out of their way to make everyone seem like family. It has always been a diverse neighborhood with different ethnicities and religions that it has helped me learn to be accepting and open minded. Our…

Locating my family history: In order to get the information to my family chronology, I talked to my parents. One weekend I went home and sat down with both my mom and dad and asked them questions. Originally I had tried to go on sites like ancestry.com but I could not find any real leads unless I had to pay money. Eventually down the line (maybe when I have a real job) I will definitely get a full access ancestry.com account and maybe even do the DNA test. The questions about me, my siblings,…

alive we happen to drive our parents’ crazy by getting into trouble, fighting with our siblings, or not listening to our parents. At my house there was one thing my siblings and I respected it was dad, the man who wore many hats in our family. The one thing we knew as kids, that nothing was going to get anything by him, he tended to find out everything. Was it that my siblings and I were scared of the six foot four, two hundred fifty pound, Italian man or was it the facts his hands were like…

My dear daughter, you seem restless in your life in 1950s suburbia. You talk of the Cold War, poverty, and civil rights as monsters that are lurking outside your bedroom door. I am writing this history so you will know how lucky you are to live in a time of prosperity and peace. Atlanta is a booming town, but our small home is a haven of family and love. Do not become tempted to reverse all of the progress your family has made because our lives were sometimes hard and cruel. In your eyes,…

Family Background When I asked Monica who all was in her family, she gave me a list. Both of Monica’s parents are not living as of today but both were influential in her life. Her dad just passed away this summer in August and her mother passed away when she was four years old. She has a sister that is three years older and a brother that is four years younger than her. When it comes to the extended family, she has 13 aunts and uncles and has 100 plus cousins. One last member that she mentioned…

Thanksgiving is one of my most treasured holidays. While there are some constants in the way thanksgiving is observed by Americans, it can mean different things to different people. In my family, Thanksgiving is a day to gather with those we love, to join together in a huge feast, give thanks for all that we have been blessed with throughout the year, watch football, and listen to the men talk about the big buck that got away during their morning hunt. My mother makes the turkey, the…

I saw my family at the Cubs game and we all wore something the same, also we played baseball and watch it with me moms side of the family with our cousins, grandparents, and also aunts and uncles. After our long journey to Chicago, Illinois was to get unpacked at a nice hotel. But all of us wanted to do something after a long time in the car that we drove down in. So the parents decided that we were going to go to the pool and while we were their some of the parents went out to get pizza.…