Descriptive Essay About My Family

Of all of my grandparents, I spent time the most time with my maternal grandmother, I got my love of math and baking from her. My paternal grandfather was a businessman and owner of his own company while my maternal grandfather was an accountant, then treasurer of a large corporation. They both inspired and supported my major and career choice.

So you wanted to know about some of my family history. My Grandparents have worked extremely hard for what they have got and don’t take any of it for granted. They all have been good role models, and have set good examples for us Grand-Kids. Even though they have dug some holes for themselves they all have dug themselves back out of that hole, and came back stronger. Now they have made it possible for us not to make the same mistakes that they have

My grandfather, Darl Schmidt, is a great leader. He served in the U.S. Navy during the Korean War and he was part of the Navy Seabees. The Seabees are construction battalions who build things like airstrips, piers, and housing for soldiers. He was in charge of a crew while stationed in the Philippines during the Korean War. After his time in the Navy, he joined the VFW and helped with pancake breakfasts, setting up flags and much more. My grandfather also raised six children with the help of my grandmother. Our family has now grown to be over 50 people and all of this is because he is a great parent and

My Grandfather was one of the biggest inspirations in my life, and without him I would not be where I am today. He was a very well rounded man, and was very talented musically. This lead him to join the Ohio State Marching Band, also known as TBDBITL (The Best Damn Band In The Land), which lead to him having a few outstanding experiences and lots of interesting stories to go along.

My Grandpa was a hard worker, when he was 18 he was drafted into the Marines and was sent off to Vietnam. He didn't like to talk about his time over there. After the war he worked at Grandvue where he retired after a long career. That's when he started to play golf. He had a big impact on my life because he taught me a lot of life lessons when I was young. He always told me to believe in

My grandfather, J. King Burk, has been there for me through thick and thin since the day I was born. We have a connection most grandparents and grandchildren don’t have because he was there for my brother and I when my parents separated. He understands what is like to be raised by one parent, he is there for me when I need him the most, and I keep him in mind when making important

Every household does sleepovers a little differently than all the rest, varying in scale and frequency among a wide variety of traits. Around three years ago from the current date, my family made plans for my younger cousins to have a week-long sleepover over at my house. Inside my mind, I was musing, “This better not get too loud.” Each of my cousins had a tendency to get pretty noisy with very little reprieve in-between, and it got amazingly ear-splitting. Tyler, the youngest, was the king of noise as it turned out. He was very bouncy and rambunctious, and verbally fought with my brother literally every single visit.

My family is from Ireland originally and we are very proud of where we come from. I have visited once before and loved going back and seeing where my family originated. My mom comes from a very hard working family and her dad, who is my grandpa, was a doctor. He has personally always instilled the value of working hard as one of the main traits I need to have. He has motivated me so much in my life and has been more than the best grandfather I could ask for. He has always come to all of my sporting events and supported me in whatever other endeavor I take on. He also has become one of my role models not only for his work ethic, but also because he really helped interest me in the field of medicine. He has become one of the biggest factors of influence

My family migrated from Buffalo, New York to Dearborn, Michigan in 1993, one year before I was born. My father’s family lives in upstate New York, we visit often. My grandmother passed away before I was born, so I never got the chance to meet her. When we usually visit we would go see my grandfather, Kassem. We called Kassem gido, which is grandfather in Arabic. My father and I would stay at gido’s house when we would go to New York. We would stay the weekends during the school year, and about five days during the summer months.

“Caio, Caio, Caio” Everyone says as I enter through the old crumbling door into the main room. The tomato and basil smells from the kitchen make their way to my nose. “Come va?” “Sembri proprio tuo padre!” Everyone is screaming to tell me something and then my grandmother screams “Okay, that’s enough!” Silence swept the room. Everyone was gathered around like they were ready for a ceremony. With red cheeks and sweat running down his face, my grandfather introduced everyone. Every person coming up and kissing me on each cheek. The small stuffy room smelled like pasta and only had one window for enough light to shine through to see the mustiness in the room. It was an only house with crosses up in every room. All of the family is Catholic and it showed immensely through their personalities. Everyone broke up and spread throughout the creaky old house.

I saw my neighbors through the window. Reluctantly i had agreed to hang out with them a few hours earlier, mostly because my mom forced me to. I popped in a ear bud, a song by my chemical romance corsed through my blood. I stepped out to the warm sun, the smell of freshly cut grass hit me, they were the feelings of summer.

My first cats name was Justin Bieber. He was cream colored and fluffy and he had a sister named May-May. They were both pretty nice cats, I don’t remember them doing much. Then, my neighbor threatened to kill them if they kept sitting on his lawn chairs so that was the end of Justin and May-May. A majority of my childhood was pretty disappointing but not that disappointing.The household I grew up in was very secretive, for example my mom told me that my cats had just “left” rather than telling me that she gave them up to the ASPCA. I know she was trying to do what was best but, things like this always happen in the environment I grew up in.

When I first saw this sidewalk it reminded me of the town I moved here from, then looking closer at the details around it I realized that the image itself represents me and my family as a whole. I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, my family and I lived in a trailer park on a road called grapevine. It was just me, my older sister, my mother, and my father for about four years, then on halloween of 2006 my younger sister was born. Living in a small house with only two rooms and no other options, we had to put the crib in the closet of my mother’s room. Crime in West Virginia has always been bad. One night while we were all asleep someone shattered the window in the living room broke in and stole our xbox and television. Living in the trailer park with the baby proved to be more dangerous with people constantly moving in and out. People kept breaking in, someone even climbed in through the window of my room. We were all scared and my father was losing his mind with anger, he even punched a hole straight through the ceiling. Then we finally had enough of all the break ins, so we moved in with my grandmother down the road.

I didn't think life could get much tougher than living on a reservation until I got sick. In my family everyone works, we have to in order to survive.

As I open the door and enter into my house after a long day of school, I sit down on the couch, all the sudden I hear the door open again, my mom walks in and exclaims “pack your bags we’re going to Lake Winnipesaukee”. My extended family begins the journey up there as well. Everyone packs a bags into the car and we are off to spend the week up on the lake.