My Grandmother Essay

In my life there have been many influential people who have helped me become who I am today. Whether they are part of my family, one of my friends, or a teacher that I had throughout my years in school, each person has managed to make an impact on my life, even if I did not notice it at the time. One person in particular has fed and continues to feed my mind with both love and reverence. That person is my Grandma Lela. My Grandma, even though she does not have a license in education, has taught…

Something’s that I have experience that were tragic are losing most of my mother’s side of the family. I also lost my father to immigration and my godfather passed away. You feel powerless when there is nothing you can do about it. To begin with, the way my family lost my mother’s side of the family was extremely hard on my siblings and me. My younger siblings were three and four years old at the time and they only remember when my aunts and cousins used to come around and now they don’t…

we believed we know everything about a person, until we begin to ask questions which are really deep and personal, then we discover that we only knew the tip of the iceberg. I interview Ana Diaz or as we all know her “Dona Rosa”. Ana is my best friend’s grandmother and a very lovely lady. She was born and raised in San Juan a province in the south of the Dominican Republic. Ana told me many things about her life that I could have never imagined; things about her childhood, teen years, and…

On July, 26, 1947 my grandmother Lauren Cunningham Vincent was born. I call my grandmother Nani. Nani is very special to me because she lives in Connecticut and I do not get to see her as often as my other grandparents. My grandmothers favorite subject in school growing up was was math so when she was older she was a banker until she had her first kid (child) my uncle George. My grandmother was born in St.Francis hospital in Connecticut. My grandmother was born and raised in Hartford…

Bill Hickey is my Great Uncle on my mom’s mother’s side. My grandmother and her siblings grew up in castledermot, county Kildare Ireland. The Irish Parliament met in Castledermot on 18 June 1264 for the first time. The oldest window in western europe that is still intact can be found in Castledermot from the ruins of a Franciscan Monastery. The current population is 885 people. Bill grew up in kildare and many of his songs are about Kildare. He typically reminisces on the old days of Kildare in…

“The Summer my Grandmother Was Supposed to Die” by Mordecai Richler illustrates the overwhelming, unjust pressure imposed on women in the 1950s. The media pushes an impossible, unrealistic body in today’s modern society which is hotly debated; however, in the 1950s, women were expected to be more than a perfect body. They were expected to be a perfect wife who takes care of an inordinate amount of work at home and does not express herself. The short story centres around the grandmother of a…

How wild of a journey have we taken on the issue of gay rights not only politically but also socially? The beauty of acceptance, once a dream now a reality. Richard Blanco’s “Queer Theory: According to My Grandmother gives us a glimpse into what it was for him growing up being pressurized to be a certain way that was considered “masculine”. Although the poem is called Queer theory and Blanco is gay this focuses more on gender norms rather than actual sexuality. It reflects on what it was that…

someone (my mom, I think) holding me at my Grandma’s. My Grandma owns a farm up in Washington State and has horses, chickens, cats, and a dog. She has had the farm since before I was born, but her husband, whom I have never met, is gone. I don’t know if he has died, or just left. I don’t even really know his name. Anyway, she is the one ‘outside’ family member that I am really attached to. I practically grew up at her place. I was never close to my aunt, but for a long time, it was just my…

One of my hardest moments was when my grandpa passed away. My grandpa died Feburary 4th,2006, one day before my moms birthday. I believe the funeral was on Feburary 6th 2006. The day of the funeral I honestly didn’t know what to do. For my young age I really haven’t gone to funerals that much so I didn’t know what to do so when I seen everyone else crying so I started to cry and now I know I just wished I knew back then. You never know how much someone means to you at a young age and you grow…

June 24, 2013, the day my grandmother died for stomach cancer. My grandmother was a wonderful person. She was funny, sweet, kind, little blunt but overall loved you for you. One thing she wished for all of her grandkids was that all of us would go to college. When my mom told me that my grandma wished we would go to college it made my motivation to go to college even stronger. I’ve seen first-hand what not going to college can do to a family financially. What it can do to someone with their job.…