Visiting my Grandparents Essay

is God’s plan and is happening for a greater reason. I can remember the first time my mom told me that everything happens for a reason, I was very young at the time, I know this because I was taking a bath with my two younger brothers when she got a call saying my great grandpa had passed away. My brothers and I were obviously very confused with the situation, we had a lot of questions, that is when she rubbed my head, told me not to worry, that everything happens for a reason and it would be…

Lan Samantha Chang’s short story, “Water Names,” on the basis is three sister listening to their grandmother retell them an ancient legend or commonly considered a ghost story. The grandmother finishes the story abruptly leaving the children with many questions, as well as the reader. However if the story is read in-depth, one realizes that the interplay between the present setting and actions with the ancient legend holds an underlining meaning—desire in all forms and the disruption between old…

*Spanish*!” my abuelito called out to me in his heavy accent. “Okay, I got it!” I called over the thunderous noise of hearty laughter, children squealing, and another Joe Arroyo song. I squeezed between the numerous bodies that towered over my seven-year-old stature as I tried to reach the kitchen. My house wasn’t particularly big, but it always seemed to have an abundance of people in it; most speaking in a language which I only partially understood. When I stumbled into the kitchen, my…

spontaneous idea from my grandparents. My grandparents are in their sixties, have a kind personality, and are religious. It is quite rare for our gigantic Gjovik Family, consisting of thirty-one people, to go on a long, beautiful vacation together. Normally, a vacation would only be a couple nights in a hotel in Minnesota or nearby to Minnesota. However, my Grandpa and Grandma Gjovik were celebrating fifty well spent years together in marriage, along with my parents and a couple of my aunts…

the United States, my father’s side lacked in that area except for how we got here. Rumors stated that my great-grandfather moved here with his family to flee from the mob in Italy. Slight curiosity growing up turned into an immensely intense urge to find out more. I kept asking questions in hopes of receiving answers, always being left unsatisfied with blank stares. After years of being left in the dark without any help I decided to act on my own. Finding out about my family was my number one…

It’s Been too Long My family and I were greeted at the door and invited inside. We all sat down together around their large wooden table in the dining room. I looked at the two seemingly strangers who I had heard so much about throughout my life. I was meeting my grandparents, who lived in Boston, for the first time. I heard that I had grandparents in Boston throughout my whole life, but whenever someone suggested we visit we were always busy with something or it just wasn’t the right time.…

My ancestors were all from China, none of them were from another country or neither did they ever immigrated outside China. Biologically speaking I am 100% Chinese born and raised in Beijing, and I am proud of that. However, my ancestors did migrate within the country of China. Three of my grandparents are from the south and one is from the north. I will start talking about my ancestors on my father’s side. My grandmother’s family was from Guangzhou province, and according to her, almost…

culture and overall background, but so many people have no idea where their past ancestors have originated from. I have done some reasearch on my migration story and have gotten the opportunity to learn some interesting things I did not know about my family. All of my great grandparents from my mother’s side of the family have originated from Germany. My grandma’s father’s name was Otto Nawrocki and he was a hard working military man who served in WW2. His wife was that of Erma Luis, a stay at…

The big fifty! My grandparents have been married for fifty years, and we were celebrating their anniversary. Family and friends from all over came to help celebrate this special day. Even my cousins from Louisiana were there. I saw the broad smiles on the faces of my family. I knew it was going to be a good weekend. The large room that the reception was in was located at my grandparent’s church in Omaha. The Saturday morning of the reception, we all scrambled to set up round tables covered…

My Grandmother’s Voice As a child I was always confused by the characteristics of my grandmother, whom I called Mommom. I was born an analyzer. My determination of whether someone was a friend or foe was always by process of careful analysis. Not that I would ever come to a conclusion of this analysis within a short meeting. My analysis of a person always had much thought and consideration. However, I found it difficult to analysis my Mommom when I was growing up. She was firm, a natural born…