My Grandmother Essay

When my grandfather passed away in 2008, everything changed. However, it wasn’t the actual passing of my grandpa that impacted me the most; it was the influence it had on my grandmother. My grandfather had Parkinson’s disease, and his last few years were very difficult. It got to the point where my grandmother was unable to care for him in their home, so he stayed in a nursing home for a while. When his days became more and more numbered, we decided to bring him home so he could be in a nice,…

I was born and raised in Central America to second generation Jamaican parents, and surrounded by my Jamaican grandparents. My Grandmother was a wonderful, compassionate person and a great cook, she thaught me the foundation of cooking, for that and more I owe her a debt of gratitude. As a young adult, I traveled to New York armed with my Caribbean Flava. Later on, I relocated to Los Angeles, where I was exposed to Creole/Cajun cooking, I found some similarities in the method and preparation of…

muscular men such as bodybuilders, policemen, or firefighters. However, strength is more than a physical attribute, its other definition from Webster’s dictionary is “Able to withstand great force or pressure.” Nothing brings this to mind more than my grandmother Barbara Allen. Her life was one of the hardest lives to live. Through all of her life she taught me how to be persistent. To press on through life’s many struggles. Then she taught me how to let go of negative people, ones who do not…

I was laughing in class with my cousins on a hot summer morning. “Get to work!” shouted Mrs. Scott in a very serious tone. Mrs. Scott is my grandmother, a very caring woman who is all about intellect. Every summer, she would set up chairs, tables, and a portable chalkboard in her backyard for my siblings, my cousins and I to make sure we were taught to the best of our abilities. Summers with my grandmother was a hassle. She is a grandmother of six grandchildren, a Christian who is very…

remember waking up to my Dad crying out and repeating the same line, “Mom! No, Mom! Wake up!” and before I even had the chance to open my eyes I knew the one thing I dreaded the most happened, on March 11, 2011, my grandmother passed away. The tears were running down my face and I couldn’t get them to stop. It was a Friday the day she died and every Friday hasn’t been the same since. Friday is a day for me to reminisce on the memories my grandmother and I shared. My grandmother was like a second…

My great grandmother had two kids, my grandma Jenny and my great uncle Teddy. The family lived on a single income from the farm. Ma was a stay at home mom, and her husband besides the farm work, was a stay at home dad. Even though it was in the 1950’s, Ma and Pa shared equal house work, equal child care, and equal farm work. My grandma on the other hand, married my grandpa and had three kids, two of which were hers and one was her step child. Grandpa and Mamaw had very different gender…

Ever since my grandmother had passed away, I myself have been through many struggles: such as schooling, friendship, moving, becoming a wife, and becoming a mother. This all started when I was a sophomore in high school so I was 15 years old. You would think I would only be focusing on my studies. Well that is not the case for me. My grandmother was the person who raised me, so you would call her a mother to me, and I would call her a mother. I was always spoiled rotten by her, my cousins…

remember about people, places, or events. My granny, Margie Sheridan, was a wonderful woman. She was a loving mother and grandmother who always went to church and helped anyone. My mother gave birth to me at a young age and I remember my granny always being there for her and me. As a young child, I practically grew up at “Granny’s House.” She was such a big deal in my life and my life would not be what it is now without her. Throughout my childhood, I grew up at my granny’s. She lived out in…

unfortunately that is not the case for my grandmother. My grandmother lived to witness the Holocaust, which has been one of the most difficult times for Jews. The Jewish people were discriminated and killed because of their religion. My grandmother went through traumatic experiences that she will never forget. She saw people die with her own two eyes, when she was only six years old. Although many people left Judaism because of the Holocaust, my grandmother, Chaya Jaskiel (Feizeig), established…

In my eyes she was the grandmother I never had. My true grandma ' was a grumpy mean old lady how wasn 't willingly to love her only granddaughter; probably because I was a girl, or probably because she hated my mother too much. Anyway my family story is to complicated to discuss and this essay is only about a person who impacted my life. What I would say is that this gentlewoman who loved me from the bottom of the Earth until the crashing stars was the godmother of my biological father. I have a…