Visiting my Grandparents Essay

in not taking others for granted. My great-grandmother, Maria Guzman was 101 years old when she passed away last year. My aunts, uncles, and my own mom after her death started planning her funeral, clearing her mobile house, etc. Through this I learned more about her. My mom was always telling me stories about her and how she was as a grandmother to my aunts, uncles, and mom. I remember my mom saying “She was a grumpy grandma, but she had her fun moments.” My uncle told us that In her teen…

purple. I remember sitting in the cold room and having the freedom to draw marks on my blank sheet of paper. The dye scratching against the table, colors spreading across the canvas like the sun, rising in the early morning. Then, there was arts and crafts. I remember the snip snip of scissors, the popping of marker and glue caps, the opening and closing of drawers. “Look, I made a butterfly!”, or “”Check out my airplane”. I smell the cookies, I taste the apple juice- the sweet treats of…

younger, my parents often took my brother, Caleb, and me on many trips. We went on a variety of vacations, but one of my favorite places to go was Colorado. I loved cold climates, cloudy places, and in Colorado I can find these and more. My favorite types of climates are freezing temperatures, cloudy, and rainy. In 2007 my dad had bought two four-wheelers, and the people knew my dad well and when we bought them, they told us they were going to Ouray, Colorado and asked if we wanted to join them.…

finally snowed! I’m happy that it finally did and I built a snowman during the storm and it looks kind of…squared you could say. Since the snow is heavy, more of the leaves are now fallen off and it’s starting to look like winter. Today I went to my grandparents’ house to spend the few nights until thanksgiving. While driving out there, the corn fields and the bean fields were all covered with snow, you could tell that the deer were out and about since you could clearly see the footprints in the…

in October of 2010, and my sisters and I were just polishing off an exquisite dinner prepared by my mom. At the time, my oldest sister (Ellie) was 10, I was 8, Deirdre was 6, and Kathleen (my youngest sister) was 2. My dad hadn’t returned from his office, yet. After dinner, we decided to wash it down with an ice cold, creamy, chocolatey milkshake, She hauled the heavy blender out of the kitchen cabinet. The vanilla ice cream. The milk. The chocolate sauce…mmmm. While my mom was preparing 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.…

Fresno, thirteen years ago. Not that I remember much of my family in California, but I did have a hard time fitting in with my new cousins and relatives. The days I cherished most was after ten years in North Carolina, my family decided to visit our relatives in California. Meeting my family again in California became the most precious days to me; they were nice, generous people. I loved spending time with them and it really felt like home. My mom’s side of the family were the nicest people…

forefathers had to do to get us to this point. When I wake up on the Fourth of July, I usually grab the dessert that my mom and I cooked the day before and get into the family vehicle. We then head to Jones Chapel, Alabama. My grandparents…

Wilson was born on February 9, 1865 in Jericho. The Bentley farmhouse was shared between three generations of the family. Wilson lived with his brother Charles, their parents, and their grandparents. When they decided they needed more care, his grandparents moved out and down the street. Mary and Melissa Blood moved in with the family. It was intended for the farm to be handed down to the two brothers eventually, but Wilson was never as interested in farming as his…

A Bildungsroman, recounts the psychological or moral development of its protagonist from youth to maturity. One pivotal moment in my life was when my cousin died. I was eleven years old, I had someone close to me die before. When I heard that my thirteen year old cousin had cancer I took it decently well. Yea I was sad, but I thought there is no way he could not of conquered it. He had a good fight with it for over a year and a half he beat it once but it came back. They had tried everything,…