Narrative Essay About My Grandmother

Elisa I know my grandmother enjoys cooking dinuguan and singing unfamiliar songs from the 50’s. I know that she wears red lipstick- always slightly smudged- and smells like rose water. I know the basics. However, I didn’t realize just how much I didn’t know. Imagining someone so old, wise, and experienced at your age is a bit unsettling. My lola has been an important figure to me my whole life, and it’s hard to register the fact that she’s lived so many different experiences even before me. These experiences that I’ve learned include her childhood, struggles, and stages of growth which shaped her into the strong, level-headed woman she is today. Elisa DiGiuilio, then Elisa Javelosa, was born into a wealthy family in 1941 in Jaro, Illoilo. Her childhood was very different to mine. Her father owned farms, where her favorite pastime…

home, my cousin, Ryma, got married. We had a lot of fun in her wedding party, and we took many nice photos either whit her, the bride, or with all my relatives. I was looking at these photos when I noticed a detail. It was obvious that one of those faces didn’t disappear from any of the pictures. Is it just a coincidence or the message sent through those photos was a proof of what I was thinking about? My grandmother was so excited during that ceremony, which lead me to ask myself the reason of…

women I know, my mother and my grandmother. Both have imparted much wisdom in me. My mother has shown me the best life to have, is a life filled with humility. My grandma, my first best friend, has shown me what it means to love others without judgment. Throughout my interview with my mom, she kept justifying that she uses her cellphone for communication. After every sentence, it was…but I use it to communicate with friends and family. I think she made a very good point here, Generation X, is a…

Remember Memories. Memories are the good and bad moments we 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.…

On April 16, 2015, my life as I knew it crumbed at my feet. I received the devastating news that we all encounter throughout the duration of our lives: “Grandma died.” On April 16th, my beloved grandmother passed away, exactly one week before my 16th birthday. On April 16th, I lost one of the women who I cherished the most. It was a typical Thursday. I awoke to the chirping of my alarm clock, went to school, ate the lunch I managed to get together two minutes before the bus left, rode the bus…

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…

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…

The year was 1938; fleeing from the Italian fascist Mussolini’s’ encroachment of Greece my great-grandfather and great-grandmother came to the United States settling in a small city of Hialeah which resided just outside the city of Miami, FL. In January 1, 1940 my grandmother (Linda) was born at Jackson Memorial Hospital and soon after my great-grandfather left to find his riches in the north and left his family in Hialeah. So my great-grandmother sold what she owned (her body) to the military…

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, but so beautiful to me, instilled in me such a strong sense of independence, strength and determination.…

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…