Description Of My Grandma

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.

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

My grandmother was extremely scared to cross the border. She had heard stories about people crossing the border and getting caught. She was one of the eldest daughters in the family, so she had her little brothers and sisters to look after. Because of that, she could not afford to get caught. However, she knew this was something she had to do and she was willing to do anything to protect her family. Her eldest sister decided to stay back to make sure everything was fine at home while my grandma tried to make it into America. My grandma decided to take her cousin with her since she did not want to go alone and she knew he would protect her if she needed it. She told us, her grandchildren, that she does not remember much for that morning that she was leaving because she was so nervous, but she did remember meeting her coyote, along with several others, in a rundown shack not far from her town. He told them to make sure they had water and then they would be on their way. Her palms were sweating and she was breathing fast. She kept thinking how her family would be if they lost her or what she would do if they got caught. She looked up to the sky and said “Dios cuidanos”, and then they began their journey.

Sitting in the back of the car with my younger brother and sister memories started coming back. I could hear the water from the river in mexico in my head. The voice of my cousin yelling and the laughter of my uncle. The crying of my baby cousin and the sound of cooking food. Then the funny feeling came back. I missed mexico, the air was fresh, the water was clear and the weather was nice. The shining sun reflecting off the water and the warm fresh air running across the flesh of people's bodies . The

My father is of both Italian and French decent. My grandmother arrived on Ellis Island in 1909 with her nine siblings. My mother is also of Italian decent with her ancestors arriving on Ellis Island in 1899 from Naples Italy.

The simple bowl is deep cherry wood with a silver rimmed bottom that reflects my face upside down as a result of the polishing it has received over the years. The grain is worn, but still radiates the strength of the tree that it came from. As I run my finger over the inside of the cavernous salad bowl, it picks up some of the olive oil residue from the homemade Italian dressing that has seeped into every little grain of the bowl over years of use. Never subject to washings; we only wiped it out with a paper towel, to better flavor the crisp Boston bibb lettuce salads that it delivered at every family dinner. Just as the wood bowl, my grandmother was weathered and cracked by the trials of life. I could not be around her without leaving

On January, 20, 2003, was the day In which I left my country and family and said hello to my new life In the United States Of America. I was 6 years old, living in Colombia, Medellin. Hours before my mother and I left, my family made a small farewell reunion. The meeting was set in my aunt's living room, which was small with orange walls and was decorated with my mother's paintings. The room was full of emotion, people crying, laughing, sharing shared memories. One by one, people stop in front of me telling me how much they will miss me and how lucky I was to get the opportunity to live in the Unites States Of America.

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

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take boat to ramp to get it to the campsite

Her beautiful elongated fingers always seemed to know exactly where they needed to go each time, even after the arthritis had taken over. Weaving back and forth so nimble like that it was practically second nature to her. Grandma had always loved to knit, more than she loved to do anything else in the world. Carefree and engulfed with her creations grandma would knit for hours on end in the same worn down grungy old recliner that she should have let grandpa throw away years ago. I could never really understand how something as simple as knitting needles and yarn could keep my grandma so content and happy.

Ever get the chance to put together your own outfit for the day? Well, I mean literally have you ever had to sew together your outfit? If not, well let me start it off with “WOW!”, grandma's work isn’t as easy as it seems. Not only did i learn how difficult it is to sew, but i had the chance to be able to express my funny side. This week i chose as one of my portfolios a unique project, where i sewed together my outfit. At first, i envisioned it being a joke, since i would never wear it personally, but I saw the fun and good vibes it would bring to the classroom atmosphere. We started off with the simple idea of creating one of the outfits used by one of the boys in the movie, The Sound of Music. First, we had to sketch out a drawing of the outfit to get an

It was nearly a year ago when my dad made the decision to bring me and my family to the United States so that we can have a better future and a better life for everything that is happening in Mexico such as poverty, bad governance, and disasters natural. It was difficult to say goodbye to all my loved ones, my friends, my grandparents, my cousins and all my family. But everyone supported me by saying that it is the best for me and that fulfills all my dreams and my goals. During the course of the trip I was meeting new things for me because I had not done any other trip, it was there when I first saw the sea and it was something awesome for me and my

It was a tradition to go to Mexico every year or every other year. We would spend time with family and friends, but unknown to me it would be the last time a see my grandmother. We own a small store in Mexico and it was run by my grandmother. I knew she was sick but I didn’t know it was that bad. She looked great for the time we were there but 1 week or so after we left to come back to the U.S she died. It took the people around her to realize that she was gone. She was inside the house and has been dead for 3 days before discovering her.

The sun slowly set and the sky became a blend of red, purple, and blue. The sun's light cast  a glow on the treetops and a wind brushed through their branches carrying away some of their leaves. The leaves were an orangish-yellow, dry, and shaped like stars.

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.