Describe My Grandmother

My great-grandmother was raised by her mom, dad, and other relatives. She, and many cousins, were raised up as brother and sister in a close-knit family. Harriett Marshall, my great-grandmother, was born in Saltillo, Tennessee on January 7, 1931. She has lived through many trying times. It is a blessing to live through so many events that changed the nation, even the world. She has lived through the following events and many more: The Great Depression, World War II, the historic signing of Jackie Robinson, Brown v. Board of Education, the Civil Rights movement and many more.

I spent a good part of my childhood visiting my grandfather in the hospital. Those will be the best and worst memories of my childhood. I loved going to visit my grandfather but I also hated it. I loved going to the hospital because I loved seeing the doctors and nurses in action. I loved seeing how they handled their patients and I looked up to them because of how they took care of my grandfather. But I also hated going to the hospital because that’s where you would see so many people spending their last few days or hours with their families and that just made me have a mournful feeling deep down in my chest. I have always looked up to my grandfather. I was his right hand man or in this case his “right hand granddaughter.” He was my best friend, my hero and a second father figure growing up because even though he was battling cancer he still was the

Many of us take people in our lives for granted and don’t realize how important

I never has a chance to meet my grandparents from my father’s side because they were both deceased before I was born. They both passed away from terminal illnesses which include lung and colon cancer. Although I did not have a chance to meet them they are still known through the legacy their children have passed on. My grandparents gave birth to four children including my father. My aunt, Madlen, and my two uncles, Avik and Vartan. From all of my aunt and uncles the emotional endurance and strength of my Uncle Vartan has amazed me. His wife recently passed away from a terminal illness in which she lost her ability to complete everyday functions such as speaking, eating, or moving. As her

Personally, I believe wisdom is defined as a quality that some people possess of having experience and knowledge in general things throughout life. These people found their chi (I guess you could say) in life and are comfortable in the state they are currently living. Before I started this interview assignment, I had hopes of learning more about the life of my grandma and the difference of living from the 1930s to 2017. From the very beginning, when I reading through the syllabus, I knew I was going to interview my grandma. My grandma is the relative who I am closest to, besides my dad. Yes, I would have interviewed my dad because he would be 70, but sadly he had passed away. I thought this would be perfect for me and my grandma because, though I hear so many stories all the time, I never get tired of listening. The interview was arranged at her house, over a cup of coffee and cookies. The questions I thought of pertained to my grandma’s life (i.e. how did you meet grandpa and how long did you wait until marriage; what influenced your life decisions and why…etc.). I developed these questions regarding my grandma’s life because I didn’t want to make it like an interview, so I arranged the questions to sort of tell a story.

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

I never really knew my grandpa as well as I would have liked. He was already an old, old man by the time I started high school, and my own memories of him are mostly of a man confined by age and ailing health. So I'm not really going to talk about my memories of him. Instead, I'm going to try to share his memories and the memories of those that knew him.

Since I lost my grandma, I try my best to call my grandpa every week so he knows I didn’t forget about him and how much I love him. I just wish I could tell my grandma “I love you” one more time and hear her say it back. I miss her so much. This weekend I’m going home for the first time since her passing and I don’t know how I will be standing over some engraved stone telling my grandma I love her and knowing she won’t ever respond. I know though that I have another guardian angel in heaven watching

Each summer Annie and her sister Amy would move in for a few months with their grandparents at their lake house. Annie characterizes her grandfather, Frank Doak as a, “generous-hearted, joking, calm Pittsburgher of undistinguished Scotch-Irish descent,” while describing her grandmother, Meta Waltenburger Doak, as an, “imperious and kindhearted grande dame of execrable taste...and heir of well-to-do Germans in Louisville, Kentucky.” Annie and Amy particularly liked spending time with their grandmother whom they called Oma. “Oma was odd about money,” explains Annie, recalling this one time she picked up a penny on the beach and Oma told her to be sure to wash her hands after touching money, which Annie found humorous because her hands were otherwise

I had been focused on academics and athletics, and had delegated little thought to the status of my grandfather in the preceding weeks. It was the day of the eighth football game of my junior season. As I approached the front door to exit my home, I was interupted by my mother. She informed me that my grandfather had been admitted to the hospital, and would most likely not survive to Monday. I received this news, unphased. I reasoned with myself that I would visit later on, and that he would heal before the holidays.

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

Christmas at my Grandma's is always a day to remember. Everyone is laughing, opening present and the kids running all over. However, the best part is seeing my Grandma.Those chocolate, butterscotch chip cookies grandma makes my mouth water with the delicious taste. We call Grandma, Mamaw Sue because all of us kids came up with when we were younger. Mamaw Sue is special to me because she is funny, loving, and giving.She would do anything for anyone.

Based on an interview with my grandma, Bien Nguyen who is my father’s mom, she claims to be 77 years old, based on her zodiac animal of a dragon. She does not know her exact birthday and only kept track of the year she was born, based on her lunar calendar animal. My grandma’s chronological age is middle old, but her functional age is young-old based on her performance of still being exceptionally active and going on two-mile walks everyday and swimming three times a week (Berk, 2009).

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.

In my grandma's 68 years of age , and of small stature. Her skin was a pale white , wrinkled and ashy. When i sat on her knees her rittle cold hands would wrap around my waist. Grandma always wore bright colored dresses that came down to her ankles and a pair of old shoes the ones with no heels that looked like slippers. Ama was a very firm lady. Her kids didn't dare to talk back to her because they knew she'd slap them.