Descriptive Essay About 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.

My grandmother, Bettye Morris, truly resembles a hero because she never gave up. Two summers ago, she was diagnosed with cancer and had to endure many treatments. Sadly, she lost the battle, but that does not mean she did not put up a fight. She went through countless treatments of radiation and chemotherapy. Even when she was tired and did not feel like going on, she fought back and proved doctors wrong many times. She lived longer than anybody thought she would. She will forever live on as a legacy in my family because of how determined she was and how she never gave up.

My grandma was a mother of three. She had my Aunt heather, Aunt Angie, and my mother. She raised my mother and Heather while going to college, which is a fight on its own, but to make it more difficult, she had hodgkins and had spent over an entire year fighting it in Iowa’s childrens hospital and held victory her senior year.. The chances of surviving hodgkins in the 60’s was around 75% and wasn’t the end for my Grandma, she lived to fight another day. Moving on in her life,She spent most of her time studying, she graduated high school on the top of her class, then going to college of hamilton for business. During that time, she had my mom and my Aunt Heather on the way.

I lived with my grandmother for the first half of my life. She practically raised me. Everyone in our village would talk about how much she spoiled me. She would go out of her way to get what I needed. One day I was playing with my friends, there was food in the house but I just wanted to eat snacks. I complained and whined about it until I got what I wanted she made my uncle go all the way into the city to buy me some snacks even though I could’ve just eaten what was in the house. She was a part of me. We had so much in common. My mom wasn't unable to raise me because she was living in America.

But very much so to my Grandmother as well. As I prepare to start the next chapter of my life, College, I am so thankful for my Grandmother for being a good example and motivation for me. Like her, I am not satisfied with “just enough” but instead to always strive to be the best that I can be. Like her, I work hard to be honest and fair. I volunteer for organizations like OCA Asian Pacific American Advocates and the Cleveland Asian Festival to help others and promote my heritage. Like my Grandmother, I have a deep commitment to family. In the years to come, I will work hard to excel. To be an example. To be a role model to others. Thank you Grandmother! My

Growing up was not such an easy task for me. There came a time where I needed support far more than anyone person could provide, except for one, she was exceptional she was my rock, she held my world together she is my Grandmother. My Grandmother was not just my Grandmother; she was also my friend, my provider, and my savior because without her I would have more than likely taken a very wrong path in life.

Those two years came and went until one day dad received a phone call from grandma, she needed us. Uncle Tim and she had an argument about his wife and her children, they were living with her until they had their new house built and something blew up. Without a second glance my uncle and his family packed up everything and left. Grandma did not make her own food, she did not shop for her own groceries, she was purely dependent on her son, and she never had any reason not to be, because he was always there for her. Grandma was alone for the first time in a long long time. All it took was for a phone call from grandma to have dad running over there, leading to the realization that dad did not talk to grandma for two years not by his choice but because grandma had not reached out to him

At a young age, my Grandma had the poorest living conditions. Brought here from Okinawa, Japan, she lived in very poor housing with poor schools. She could not attend school until the age of 7 because she was not able to speak English very fluently. She moved out as soon as she could because she was abused by her father. She quickly married and had 4 kids. Upon disclosure that her husband was abusive to her children, she left him fueled with memories of her childhood. She then was a single mother with 4 kids. My Grandma then had to learn what it took to be grown up.

In the third grade, I was chosen by my teacher to write a newsletter. I had to pick someone who was a hero to me to write about. I chose my grandpa Dave, who was honored that I chose him to write about. I sat down on the ground, crayon in hand, a notebook in front of me and began to ask him about silly things at first. What his favorite color was, his favorite food, his favorite television show. Then I asked him how he survived, to which he answered, “Her,” meaning my grandma. Writing about him made me realize what a real hero was. A real hero is not the one wearing spandex pants and carrying a shield, a real hero is someone who fights for what’s right, and for the person they love. I believed that to be a positive experience, until he passed away when I was in fourth grade, when what I had written was read at his

A few years later Ma passed away. Grandma was not a hero because of a special skill or amazing feat. She was a person who always put someone above herself and showed kindness to every kind of person. There are not many people who come close to her character and there is not many like her left. Ma left a mark in everyone she had met and even though she spent a lifetime working hard she filled it with much

I thought about this assignment for several days. I could not come up with a selfless act that I have done myself that seemed worthy of telling. I am a single mother but there are quite a few of us that take on this task every day. I then thought of my Grandma Hicks. She is the most caring person I know. She cared for my grandfather for the majority of their marriage due to his physical disability. I decided to write about my grandmother.

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.

My mother Christy Rehn has many great qualities that make up who she is today. First, to give a physical description; she is a female and is 44 years old about 5’5 . She has short dark brown hair that goes down to her shoulders. Her eyes are as brown as a bear and are very fast moving. One great quality is that my mom is very funny. She enjoys a good laugh when she's feeling happy or not feeling well at all. She enjoys spending time with her family. Especially, going to the movies as well as sitting out on the beach on a hot sunny day. My mom isn’t just another average person, she shares her many unique qualities that allow others to see who she really is on the inside.

Grandparents are an essential part of a family. My grandmother was a very important part of my life from the beginning. I could always count on her to listen to me from her heart, share her wisdom and lend a shoulder to cry on. She taught me many important lessons throughout our lives together. My grandmother meant the world to me. She was the most beautiful lady in the world. She was short and her heart was the biggest size. My grandmother was like a parent to me and she loved me in the same unconditional way as my mother did. Whenever I needed something I knew I could count on her. She was like my friend, my mom, my everything. Imagine waking up to what should be a normal day in my life only to find out my grandmother had been rushed to

There have been times where she didn’t have much left for herself, but she took what she had and gave it to someone who needed it way more than she did. You can begin to see what type of person my grandmother is. She’s always smiling and happy that she got to see another day. My grandmother is the type of woman who will go out of her way to see somebody else happy. She tells me every day that the reason she does all the things she does is because she had God to thank, and I admire her for that.