Descriptive Essay About My Grandma

If I had the opportunity to interview anybody in my family it’d be my grandma because she grew up very poor and had to work for everything she ever received. She now is a millionaire and has traveled all over the globe. Grandma has always been a brilliant lady, and has had a full life.

My grandmother and I never had a lot of memories together, I would only see her once in a while. However, it was when she had a heart-attack and she was about to die that we spent weeks together. During the time that she spent in the hospital I learned so much about her that I wish I knew before. While we didn’t always get along, I never felt safer and more loved than when I was in her presence. We would spend countless hours together and she would tell me all about her life. My grandmother doesn’t

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

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

Grandma. I had the best grandma who was there for me like nobody but my sister who was also close to her. I remember Grandma lana coming over just because she wanted to see me and sissies smiles. I loved Grandma Lana. But then grandma was taken out of me, Chelsea and morgan's lives for some reason i'll never understand. Just 13 years later Mama missed Grandma so much she just had to go see her. I remember that day like it's the back of my hand… Mama, Chelsea, Me, and Morgyn, and baby puppy Cami, we go pick up grandma in the big ol truck. We head straight for the Missouri river to walk the sidewalks and let us kids play. Grandma was so happy to see us she couldn’t stop smiling but… just then she sits mama down and tells her “Vanessa,

Dear grandchildren the year is 2015 and I am 18 years old and I'm writhing this letter to tell you how the world and my life was like back when I was young and handsome. I am sure that I'm still going to be really handsome but just in an older way. Your grandma is young and beautiful and I'm sure she will still be beautiful to but not as much as me.

The past can tell more than the future. I interviewed my grandma about her past. She was born on August 5, 1959. My Grandma became the oldest of three brothers. At school, she considered herself an A - B student. Her hobbies were painting ceramics, reading and playing. After school Grandma would play hide and seek or follow the leader. Her favorite toys were metal slinky and her very own bike. She loved play in the pool or hide closet where her brothers couldn’t find her. When my Grandma was 13 she rode horses and trained a dog for 4H. She moved eight times in her life land her brothers became her friends. Then life happened to her and she had 2 kids and became a grandma. I asked her how my mom and uncle differed. They are very different

“As you comprehend this profound loss, let yourself cry knowing each tear is a note of love rising to heavens” (). The quote above is the best way to define how I finally started to understand why it was okay to grieve over the death of my Great Grandma. On November sixth 2015, was the day my Great Grandma was pronounced dead. The day she died I will not ever forget because it was like I was hit in the chest with a baseball bat that I was not warned would come. When she died no one in my family seemed to not know what to do with themselves, everyone was put on a break from not being sure of how to deal with the lost of a person we all cherished. After a couple months of everyone being away from each other, I realized this is not the way she

My family wind up in this country by my parents. They came here because they wanted some money and in Mexico there wasn’t so much jobs. My parents came by immigration. MY mom lived in a pueblo. IT was just a little town. There wasn’t much work there. Where my dad lived was in a pueblo as well. My dad parents died so he didn’t have much money. My mom came here in 1917 by legs. MY parents did come by choice so they could start a new life instead in Mexico.

Foster Mom, grandmother, and a mother, my grandmother is the best at all of these, but she is the greatest at being my grandma. My Grandma’s name is Bonnie Edwards and she Is 65 years old and was born on July 15, 1952, she has three children and her first job was a foster mother and she still is now. My grandma is special because she is kind, loving, and joyful.

I remember thinking, “Oh my God. What just happened? Did we get into a car accident?” From that point on, everything was a blur. I think I remember my mother asking, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” but I honestly don't remember if she did or not, nor do I remember if I even answered her.

Our family went to Sioux Falls for a cross country race and my great-grandma happened to be there for a very short time. While we visited her, my sister interviewed her for the IGS project and we got to hear her whole life story. She talked about her dad during prohibition, how her life changed during WWII, and the careers she chose. Her story made me think about what the life ahead of me had to offer and what I will go through. We had a blast spending time with her and before I knew it, we were saying our goodbyes, thinking that we would see each other again soon. Before we went to her apartment, I wanted to stay at the hotel and hang

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

Everything was normal about that day. My toes sinking into the warm sand. The California sun breathing fiery rays on my olive skin. The surfers hollering and whooping as there boards hit the sand. The soft breeze running through my blonde hair. Everything was absolutely perfect. Until I came back from the beach. As I walked through the sliding doors I noticed Grandma Bel was still in her bed. This, to you, might not seem a big deal but to me this as quite alarming. Grandma Bel watched the sunrise every morning, rain or shine, since the age of nine. At the ripe age of eighty two years old, now did not seem like the time to stop. So when I saw this I went to my sister Margaret’s room and woke her up. She herself being quite alarmed walked

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.