Grandparent

Bill Hickey is my Great Uncle on my mom’s mother’s side. My grandmother and her siblings grew up in castledermot, county Kildare Ireland. The Irish Parliament met in Castledermot on 18 June 1264 for the first time. The oldest window in western europe that is still intact can be found in Castledermot from the ruins of a Franciscan Monastery. The current population is 885 people. Bill grew up in kildare and many of his songs are about Kildare. He typically reminisces on the old days of Kildare in…

There was chatter everywhere and an excited buzz filled the school. My mother scanned the hallways, searching for a certain room number that would match the one that was listen on the paper in her hands. A large “Welcome” banner decorated the entrance of the school and white balloons were swaying next it it. I looked out at the sea of unfamiliar people passing me until my mom gently tugged at me to show me that we had arrived at the classroom. She kissed me goodbye and told me to have a great…

Developing and honing a restorative worldview in the past few months has been very important for me. When reflecting on everything I’ve learned, and applying it to some of my past experiences, it became abundantly clear just how significant this perspective has been in shaping my understanding of fairness and justice. There is one event in particular I would like to share in this reflection that I believe has direct application to this class. It occurred long ago, but I still contemplate it…

High upon a slowly crumbling clay cliff side is a quaint and lonely cabin teetering just on the threshold. Throughout the years the orange shingled, green trimmed outcast has been getting closer and closer to the edge. Maybe it is attempting to peer down to the rocky beach below. Or maybe it feels as if its time has come, now that it cannot compete with the newer and grander summer houses that are popping up behind it where the land is more secure. We wouldn’t be surprised to see that one day it…

The word old is a relative term. We commonly use old to refer to the leftover pizza from last week in the fridge, our eight-year-old car outside, and our ninety- four-year-old great grandmother who lives in a nursing home. From those examples, we defined old to be ranging anywhere from a few days to nearly one hundred years. Our definition of old varies from generation to generation, ethnicity to ethnicity, city to city, and even person to person. When it comes to defining old age and what…

her children. My grandmother was born in a small central town called Ostrove (Ostrow) Mazoviecki. She had 3 brothers and one sister. She went to a Jewish preschool and had many friends in the neighborhood that she would play with. In 1938, her grandparents (Ber) opened a bakery in which her parents worked in also. It was very successful and well known in the town. Her life was very pleasant in her town. September 1, 1939, the Germans had officially invaded Poland. My grandmother’s family…

with the cognitive theories as far as my life and career choices. Background I was born a middle child and grew up in an old farmhouse with a very different family constellation than most others I knew. The old farmhouse belonged to my maternal grandparents and my parents never paid rent. The family consisted of my father, mother, older half brother, younger half sister and myself. Even though we have different fathers my father gave us all his last name and raised us. My grandpa and grandma…

they had another son, whom they named Charles. The one extra room had sufficed, but now that Charity was expecting her third child, they were making ready to build another room to allow the family room to grow. Nancy and Eli were very proud grandparents- Charity often felt that her babies were getting all the love and attention they would have given their own children had they not died during that horrible yellow fever epidemic. Over the last three years, Nancy had taught Charity how to put…

was so loving and giving and she was one of my biggest fans, she taught me to put others before myself and that family comes first. My great grandma was always doing for others, she wanted everyone to be comfortable and happy. When I went to my grandparents’ house I remember walking in and smelling her baking food. As soon as we would get to the stop of the stairs she would ask what we want to eat. She always had an egg sandwich waiting for my dad when we got there. My great…

Norma Ann Jones is my great grandmother and she is 88 years old. She is my moms grandmother on her dads side of the family. The grandchildren and now great grandchildren all call her Gran. Gran was born in Blakely, Georgia on a small farm on August 20, 1927. Gran told me Blakely was a very small town; it was a simple place. It had a courthouse in the center and small businesses around it. Her father was a printer and worked at the towns print shop, Blakely was his hometown. Gran’s father’s…