Alicia Becker was the name of my mother 's grandma. My mom spent a lot of time with my Grandma Betty’s parents. She went to visit them every weekend and they always stayed with herfamily when they came to Bismarck overnight. Grandma Betty’s mother was very important to my grandmother, she was the matriarch of the family. A lot of people say my Grandma Betty is just like her very loving, but very tough. Great-Grandma Becker had to work very hard to take care of her family. She had 11 children and
When I look at every generation of my family, I notice that there are both similarities and difference in the way we were raised. In my family, it always seemed that the older generation wanted to make the lives of the younger generation better than what they had. This can especially be seen in the way my maternal grandmother, my mother, and I were raised by our parents and how we have gone on to live our lives. Each of us grew up in a different time, but many of the core ideals in our family have
Jennie Mae Allen is my grandmother, my mother’s mother. When I go to see my grandparents in North Carolina my grandmother she has a; great spirit, big on her Christian faith and despite her health challenges has amazing grit. My grandparents raised three children my mom being the eldest, my Uncle James and the youngest my Uncle Tony. The oldest, my mom, has three children me being the oldest, my middle sister who is fifteen Mya and my youngest sisters Michaela who is six. My Uncle James has two
It has taken me almost twenty-one years to realize how extraordinary my grandmother is. She is the type of person you might read about in history books. When I was fifteen my grandmother told me a story I will never forget. It was the heart breaking story of her life. She grew up in post war communist Poland. “When I was three, my five year old sister and I would walk miles across a forest just to get a pint of milk from the soldiers” she told me. Life in Poland after World War 2 was tragic for
I was born in Huntsville, Alabama my family moved to North Carolina in 2001 on the behalf of a troubling family member. I was not raised around religious people like most. The only person in my family that was religious was my grandmother, she use to force me and other siblings to come to church with her on Sundays. My grandmother was and still is very much senile; watches The Heat of The Night, and Family feud. She practically raised me and a few other siblings in the same home she owned for years
woman Queen Latifah. Thought-out my walk in life, I have made gruesome and pleasant decisions, on relationships and the way I carry myself in life. Now that I am in college, I have been thinking about getting an edgy, rough cut. On the hand Michigan weather makes you wish there was long hair down your back. Let’s learn what relationships contributed to the decisions I basic my life off of. They say that opposites attract, yet my grandmother and mother don’t attract. My whole life I’ve had an unpleasant
I love to read, I started young. My aunt Eshe brought me story books from her childhood. Old and seriously withered, and when I was little I loved them so much. My favorite one was about a young maid. She lived in a house with her evil step mother who was so harsh and strict. She couldn’t leave unless it was to work, she had to clean the whole house and cook the meals. Then in the end a handsome prince liberates the maid from her sorrow. In the book he was drawn to have blond hair almost close to
My grandmother, Joan Favors, was born Joan Frietas, in Oakland, California on August 16, 1929. Her father worked in the lumber industry, and her mother stayed at home and took care of the family. My great-grandmother was Italian, and her father had come on a ship from Italy to avoid being put into the army. She married my great-grandpa who’s father came to American on a whaling ship from the Portuguese islands, the Azores. My great-grandmother decided that she liked my great-grandfather because he
In this paper I choose to interview my grandmother. I thought that her experience with adulthood and different changes that happen in her life would be an interesting story to share and know more about. Saadia is 76 years old and she is my paternal grandmother which I lived with her all my life before I got married and move to the United States. My grandmother is from Morocco. Her parent never send her to school. When she was a little girl she lost her father and when she turned to the early adulthood
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, familiar
the most was losing my grandmother and my great grandmother the same year. Ever since I could remember both my grandmothers were always in and out of the hospital with fighting cancer, getting really sick, or breaking a bone. I never knew what was happening since I was so young. On my 15th birthday I was explained to about my grandmother only having 6 months or less because she was dying from cancer. She was the closest person to me. Most of my life was always my and grandmother and I. When I didn’t
My father went to high school between 1968 and 1972 in a town called Fowler, CA right outside of Fresno. I went to high school between 2010 and 2014 in Clovis. FAMILY COMPOSITION My father was the baby of three older siblings. First was my Aunt Mary who was 14 years older than him and passed away when he was 17 at the age of 30. Second is my Aunt Anne who is exactly nine years older than my father (they have the same birthday) who married her husband Fred when my dad was 15. She had her
As a young child, at the age of 9, I was always in the care of my grandmother because my parents worked from eight in the morning until around seven or eight at night, so after school my grandmother and I would spend quality time together. It was only me and her most of the time because my older sister always had practices for some type of sport. My childhood was memorable due to my grandmother, so there wasn’t much I couldn’t be happy about. We usually got along very well, but everyone has bad days
another to have a relationship. My great grandmother of my grandmothers side, whom I addressed to as GeeGee, was from Warners NY. She was a very humorous person, and always voiced her opinion. She was one of seventeen children. After her mother passed away from a car accident, GeeGee had been given the responsibility of taking care of her younger siblings. She also never drove a vehicle day in her life, and died from old age in her late nineties. Her husband, my great grandfather, went to war in
The oldest living relative in my family is my Grandmother Lou on my mother’s side. All of my other grandparents on my mother and father’s side have passed on. I called my Grandma Lou and asked her about my ancestors. She proceeded to tell me about how we have a book that goes way back and traces our ancestors but, sometime admit the chaos of life, it has been misplaced. My Grandma Lou said she would tell me the most she can remember about my ancestors and hopefully that will do. He was french man
Interviewing my family including myself was interesting. I found fascinating stories and a taste of what it was like in the past. From interviewing my grandma, mother, son, and including myself I realize so much. I have noticed that there are many similarities, yet differences in our lives. Understanding each four generations is the best way to explain family life and what it was like to live in these past generations. I first interviewed my grandmother, Throng Sytha, she is 94 years old and still
It was a cold night and my grandparents decided to move to closer to the family. My grandma was a black mature lady with brown eyes. She a bit thick though she can 't really walk for some medical problems going on with her leg. She always kept a bright personality around me when she see me yet she can be a occupied women. On the other hand, my grandfather is more laid back. He slim, black, and very mature for his age. He can walks a bit more because he like to stay active at times. They stayed in
My grandparents worshiped my aunt who was only 10 months younger because to them she was prettier. Due to this she looked for love in all the wrong places. She was only sixteen years old when she got pregnant with her first child. Shermyra’s father left when my mom was only 5 months pregnant. My sister Shermyra was born on December 22, 1988, the day before my mother’s 17th birthday. Much of my views on relationships are based on those of both my mom and my grandmothers. Many of their children
or maybe even the television. Life in the Philippines was different, and I wanted to find out more about my grandmother, Paulita, and her past. She was born on May 19, 1946 in Pampanga, Philippines. Her only job as a child was to do her chores and help her mom at a family-owned restaurant. After she graduated high school, she got married and had four children, one of them is my mother. She’s a Catholic and goes to church every Sunday. I remember when I used to go with her to mass every
visit, including me, I have two grandparents left. Both of them are grandmas their names are Monica Provost and Marlene Tauzell, who is my step grandma. Grandma Marlene I do not see a lot maybe once to three times a year because she lives in the cities with other relatives, while my Grandma Provost I see all summer but she leaves to California for the winter with my mom’s side of the family that lives there. Our Grandma Marlene is 79 and is very active in getting around, is socially active with her
morning like any other Saturday morning at least, that’s what I thought. My three daughters and I were living with my grandmother while I attended licensed practical nursing school. My middle daughter, Sharon, had missed school on that Friday. She said her stomach hurt and that she wanted to go spend the night with my sister (her aunt) so I let her. So this particular morning it was just the two girls Kiersten, Chasity, my grandmother and I at home. We were all sitting around laughing and talking, and
cookies and the aroma of homemade cooking are regular thoughts when thinking of my grandmother’s house. I remember feeling the warmth of her house in the brisk, early morning when my mom dropped me off at her house. The home always has a welcoming sense that I am overwhelmed with when visiting. My grandmother’s house, my second home. A small, multi-colored brick house is where my memories take place. This old house has a treacherously huge hill; this hill has hidden patches of muddy brown puddles
conversation with my grandmother. I was sitting at the kitchen table while my grandmother was in the kitchen cooking. Just being in her home reminds me of a summer breeze that 's filled with so much warmth. For those who don 't know my grandmother, she is a very nice person, but also private. My grandmother always bestow me with her words of wisdom every time I am there. Out of curiosity, I asked my grandmother a question. Which puzzled her when I asked what memories she had as a child. My grandmother had sat
Two relatives of mine shaped up my life greatly: my father and my grandmother. Much of the reason why I’m a motivated, challenged person is because of my father. He would tell me stories of how his mother would motivate him to work hard at school. He was such a competitive person, whether it was education or sports. He would receive the top marks at his classes, and he would then go on to move to the United States in 1983 to continue his studies. He became a graduate of Columbia University with two
Description of Methods I interviewed my grandmother, Dorothy C. Faircloth, who is 80 years old. I conducted the interview at our house in Statesboro with my grandmother and I present for the interview. Presentation of Information Dorothy C. Faircloth was born on April 25, 1936, in Swainsboro, GA. She lived with her mother, father, two sisters, and one brother. Her family lived in Emanuel County—Twin City, GA, where her father was a landowner and farmer, and her mother was a housewife who did
chatter occurring throughout the house. So many things happening in such a small space: what I remember most, is the sound of laughter, and the smiles that surrounded me. My grandpa hollering because he cannot hear the television, my mother still drowsy from the sleepless night, My grandmother singing to the radio that was barely audible over the commotion, and me, invariably sat looking at all that surrounded me, enthralled at how lucky I was to have a heart so full. My family so different to most,
2016, I interviewed my grandmother, Linda Koehler, via phone to learn more about her life as she grew up as well as how she feels today about growing older, what she wishes she had done when she was younger and what she will do in the future. I choose my grandmother due to the fact that there is a lot of information that I did not know about her life; I felt that it would be a fascinating experience to learn more about my grandmother as well as being able to answer inquiries that my children may have
village, in Mexico, where there were no health care professionals. My grandmother was one of the ladies in the village who would take care of the sick. She taught everything she knew to my mother. I remember, one day, my mother asking me to accompany her some ware. It was late at night, all of the dogs would bark at us as we walked by. I did not know where we were going. We came to a house where there was a child that was sick. I realized my mother had been asked to come and give the child a shot. I do
has a grandmother. Childhood and life of each person not the same, so grandmother also different. No matter what happens to me, memories of her grandmother and the grandmother 's name from the most sacred things that I keep in my entire life with her, the women in my life important is my grandmother. She was my pride and she is also in principle affect my life from childhood to now. I have a whole childhood memories associated with her that until now and the future I will never forget. My mom has
“You’re my new grandma,” uttered by an innocent five year old child to her already smiling grandmother. At a very young age, my grandmother and I had a bond. Not exactly the type of connection that a child has with their own grandmother or grandfather, but I had a very special type of bond with my own grandmother. She is a very sweet lady who takes in her children and grandchildren whenever they needed something or someone. My grandmother is my calming ocean and vice versa. My grandmother was
My grandfather always dreamt of taking a road trip to southern Albania because of its meraculous beaches and unique culture. Although, our family is from the north, we went ahead on taking this adventurous experience. On a early August morning my family and I woke up, got dressed, and went off on our dream adventure. The drive took place for about 8 hours, however, we stopped by many cities to sight see. About six hours later we arrived at our first destination, my great Aunt’s house. Her house
enough my plan is to go visit my grandmother after this semester, to get her to record our history for the future generations in our family. Anyway, my family narrative focuses on the women in my family. I have always viewed my grandmother as a woman that personified strength and survival. As a young girl, she had to drop out of school to take care of her numerous siblings and her mother who got sick. Growing up in Berryville, Virginia has been all she has ever really known. My grandmother
up I knew my grandmothers from both sides of the family because they were still alive. I did not see my grandfather from my parental side because he died before I was born, but I was able to see my grandfather from my maternal side. Also, I felt the tenderness of my grandfather’s love before he passed away when I was aged 4. I can remember whenever he came visiting to my house he brings plenty of candies; he also gave me money to buy more if the once he bought were not enough. I chose my Grandmother
My grandmother’s house - Kamala Das About Kamala Das: Kamala Das is one of the best poets in contemporary Indo-Anglian literature. Kamala Das, born in Kerala in 1934, is a bilingual writer. She writes in Malayalam, her mother tongue, under the pseudonym Madhavikkutty. Her poetry is an exploration of the geography of her own mind, and the lyric is an instance of such self-exploration. Through images of repulsion and horror, she brings out the emotional emptiness and sterility of her married
soul and make them hate themselves. Sadly, my relatives specifically my aunt did not feel that way. Last year my aunt died of breast cancer and it affected my mother badly even though they were not on good terms. My mother ultimately forgave her before she died so she can find peace and move on. Did her sister ask for her forgiveness though, that is something that mother has not told me. I was extremely baffled when my mom asked me to forgive her as well. My reaction was full of anger and disgust. How
It took my mother and I twelve years to come to this city, to Miami. We left Cuba when I was only eight years old. My mother had found a way for us to leave our home to join my grandmother, who was back then, living in Montreal, Qc, Canada. It was great for a while, the three of us together again. Until the day my grandmother couldn’t take it anymore, she was not legal, she had no papers at all. My grandmother left us again. She heard of some people who could get her to Miami without having to present
Education has been an important asset in my life spanning back to my childhood. My grandmother was an educator that stressed the importance of an effective education. She was my primary provider as well as my first teacher. She taught me courage, empathy, strength, compassion, and love. I adored her motivation to beat the odds regardless of her circumstances. As I reflect on my childhood, I remember traveling far from my home to a better school in a diverse neighborhood. I remember the long rides
my grandmother (far left) in the drive of great grandma’s house. Furthermore, my great grandfather worked at the Oil Well and he cut Christmas trees and painted houses. He never drove in his life; he would always walk to work. While, my great grandmother worked at the Oil City Hospital doing laundry for the nurses and she worked at a cigar shop called Bowers Store. She drove a Big Lincoln Town car and drove that car until she was 96, she then sold it to my uncle and he still has the car, which
world, there is a unique and holy place for me, a tiny, red brick house, who reminds me of my cheerful childhood and the love my whole family shared. I will always treasure this house with its smell of the past, its pictures of all of us and the unconditional love behind her doors. My grandma’s house, which seemed to grow smaller as my grandma does, quietly nestled in a quiet street, along the city’s coast on the Black Sea. The house is a small, red cottage-style with green trimming and a beautiful
summer 2005, my mother decided to take my siblings and I on vacation. "We’re going to Mexico!” She said. My siblings and I felt ecstatic because it was our first time visiting Mexico. Unfortunately, my vacation didn 't turn out as great as I expected. I witnessed an awful situation the time I was there. One night, my cousins and I were playing loteria at my grandmother 's house. Loteria is the Hispanic version of bingo. We were having a great time until we heard loud noises outside. My cousin and I
Chapter One I was born on December 21, 1992, However, that is not the beginning of my story. My family history began far before 1992 in a small town called Holyoke Massachusetts in the year 1936. It just so happens that both of my grandparents on my Father 's side were born in March in 1936 in the same town. My grandmother was a first generation American her parents had emigrated from Poland in the early 1900 's, they wanted a better life and at that time, there were rumors of World War II making
Lilly Bell Bazin was my grandmother. I love her with my entire heart and soul. She made my life have meaning those years the Lord blessed me to know her. No one would want to get on her bad side though! Grandma was a spitfire of a woman in her youth. I could write an entire book about her alone! She raised me. I owe much to Aunt Patricia and my mother Catherine, but my true love as a child was my grandma. My mother Catherine was hurt in a terrible accident at her occupation in a steel factory in
over time. To prove this, I interviewed my great grandmother, my grandmother, and my mother. I asked them what their opinions of single parent families and stepfamilies were; I was really surprised at the results that I received. My great grandmother is ninety-five and she has actually been married several times. Most of her remarriages stem from her husbands passing away. My grandmother, her daughter, has had several step dads. When I asked my great grandmother what her personal views on blended families
My mom and I had raced to Kansas City from our house upon receiving a call from my grandma, saying that my great grandma was probably going to pass soon. This moment in time, my great grandmother was laying in the hospital bed with a weakening heart beat and a sluggish look on her face. I was standing at the foot of the bed with my mom to her side holding her hand. Her son, my grandfather, was at her other side. Along with his sister and my grandma. We all knew that she was about to pass,
I was born on February 20th, 1998 in Greenville, South Carolina. My parents were new to parenting because they were twenty years old when I was born. Once I turned six weeks old, my parents went back to work so my great grandmother took care of me. I learned a lot from being at my great grandmother’s house because there were always older people around me. “You and your Papa Pete used to sit on the front porch and watch the cars go by. That’s how you learned your colors. He used to hold you and say
In my life I have had many experiences with The Elderly. My Grandmother who is in her 70’s has taught me a lot about life. She has a lot of good advice that she likes to share with me, such as never stopping on the train tracks with your car and to never use your Iphone before you go to bed or it will take you longer to fall asleep because of the light. My Grandma has always been a big inspiration in my life she not only offers me very positive and useful life advice but, she was always positive
The two older adults I choose to interview were my grandparents. My grandmother, Mae, is seventy-seven years old and was born in Korea on May 19th. My grandfather, Paul, is seventy-nine years old and was born November 12th, in Mississippi. My grandmother is full Korean and my grandfather is full African American. I’ve heard the heard the stories of my grandmothers childhood ever since I, myself, was a child. My grandmother grew up in Korea and honestly did not have much of a childhood. Since she
as full filling as hearing about them from someone that was alive to experience all the changes first hand. This is why it was so amazing to hear my grandmother recount her life back to me. Kathy Hulsey Painter sat down with me and explained all of the social, political, and technological changes throughout her lifetime in her perspective. My grandmother, Kathy, has experienced some personal social changes throughout her lifetime. She was born in 1945 in Haleyville, Alabama into a moderately poor
Unshakable Family The sound of loud sirens and flashing colorful lights outside my window woke me up instantly. I sprung out of bed and rushed outside to meet the ambulance speeding down my gravel driveway. When I got outside, I heard my mom call my name from the inside of my grandparents house. I wondered what it could be. Both of my grandparents are in very healthy conditions. Although, my grandmother is known to be very clumsy. Her finest stories always seem to be from when she is on a mission
so many memories? The smell that can bring me back to my past and fill my heart with joy from the memories. The biggest memory that peppermint brings back for me is my Grandma. My Grandma was an amazing woman, she always wore a certain perfume and still to this day I am not entirely sure what the perfume was but it had some type of peppermint fragrance to it. My Grandmother and I used to do everything together, whenever I walked into the house to sit and visit with her I would smell that hint of