Visiting my Grandparents Essay

The things we carry In interview 1 with my grandmother I found out somethings my family carried that I didn’t know mainly because I never sat down and asked questions about my heritage. I figured only people on TV or rich families or people who moved to Africa had a lot to offer about a heritage. When in fact every family has a heritage that dates back. My grandmother informed me that in her early years around her mid-twenties she had graduated college and become a nurse becoming the first…

My grandpa, Onas L. Mays, was born Jan 23rd, 1919, at 3:30 in the morning. Instead of being delivered in a hospital, Onas was born inside his log home in Howe, Idaho. He was welcomed to his family by loving parents, James and Anna Mays, along with his older siblings, Wilma, Emlen, and Carl. He was raised on a sheep and cattle ranch. This influenced him to grow up as a farmer later in his life. Onas learned to work hard at a young age. He didn’t grow up with tractors to help him with his chores…

Family farms have been around for many centuries in America. My family’s farm has been in our family since the 1940’s and was started by my late great-grandfather, Howard Daugherty. He was the backbone to our now 4th generation family farm. Throughout the years, from when he started the farm up until I was born there have been many struggles. Although there have been many hardships, our family farm has been in our family throughout the years. With the high demand for bigger, better and more…

a little black book. I could barely contain my excitement. Turning the fragile pages of the book, I couldn 't help but smile. There were names of soldiers from England, America, Canada and Czechoslovakia. Each had their rank. A few had some ‘saucy’ notes. "Are you ashamed of me? For having a book filled with men?" Nanna asked. "Of course not. I love you more than anything,” I answered As I spoke those words, I couldn 't believe what I was reading. My prim and proper grandmother had another…

having my grandmother diagnosed with lung cancer to finally realize the undeniable truth about death, and how everything can change in the blink of an eye. In November of 2013, I was just getting used to the idea of being a junior in high school, and dealing with the pressure of ACT’s, and college applications. It was the fourth week of November when my brother and I had school off because of thanksgiving break. The plan for those few days off were to head up to Geneva to visit my…

has shared many wonderful and awful adventures witnessed through her time supporting the riots. “The sacrifice and fighting for a better tomorrow was well worth it” she stated. I am happy to share that my grandma represents a proud movement in history. I am constantly reminded by Silva to follow my heart and that it only takes one person for change to happen. Si se…

The mom stopped scolding the toddler for chewing on the walls when she noticed that the toddler had discovered a book typed into the wallpaper. Who had put it there? And what story did it tell? The mother was stunned when she looked at the wallpaper. As she started to peel back the wallpaper, pages and pages were revealed. After all the pages were retrieved and the walls were bare she started to take a closer look at the pages. She found out that the pages were out of order so she…

Position Narrative My grandma dying was something I didn 't understand as an eight year old. I was raised by my grandparents because my parents didn 't have a steady life for they were young when I was born. So my mum worked and was in college and for my dad he continued to work a job that required traveling. I had already began to know my grandparents as my parents by the time my birth parents were well off. So they continued to let me know them as sister and uncle. My first everything were…

My heritage is one of mixed roots as many American families now are. The family gene pool is pulled from a variety of different ethnicities including Choctaw Indian, Irish and German. When America was formed the Irish were viewed as lower class and poor and this limited the work they were permitted to perform. My great, great, grandfather, who was Irish and German, married a Choctaw Indian lady when he was only 22 years old and has been in the country for only a short amount of time. The…

Chapter One ~Humble beginnings~ My family came to Vermont with the French settlers of 1731 to 1734. Malora Duviux and Francois Denver were originally from Bordeaux in France. At the time, Bordeaux was a prospering town and this really was the ‘Golden Age’ for the town. Many people travelled to Bordeaux to see the beautiful buildings but for the French magical community times were very hard. Europe was in the middle of some pretty nasty ‘witch hunting’. Seems silly to look back now and…