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.

I never knew how important my grandma was to me until she was gone. I called my grandma, Mawmaw. She was short with white hair that she would always curl with rollers in the morning. She was a widow, because my grandpa, Pa, passed away when I was five years old. The perfume she wore made her smell like Warm Vanilla Sugar from Bath and Body Works. I never thought I would have to live my life without her until the day she passed away.

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.

She didn’t have to choose me, she didn’t have to provide for me, she didn’t have to love me and she most definitely didn’t have to take me in, but she did. I’m so unbelievably proud to call my mom my hero.

I remember how happy it made my great grandma, Gigi, when we visited her. I remember how one day, my mom, dad, Grandma, my brother Holden and I were visiting her, and we thought would be nice if I sang a song for her. I sang her the song that they play during baseball games, “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” because she always was a big baseball fan. I sang her the whole song, including all of the extended verses.When I finished, she was smiling, and that made me smile too. Whenever we went to my grandma Zeta’s house in Sacramento, we tried to go and see her. We would talk with her, or take her on a walk.

No matter how stressful life gets for me or how chaotic life can become there has always been one person that I know I can turn to, my mother. She’s been a wealth of advice to call on when I’m clueless and a shoulder to cry on when I’m down. Her compassion for others inspires me to be a better person as does the guidance she has given me over the years. She’s not afraid to give me a reality check and to tell me the things I don’t want to hear even though I need to. She keeps me grounded and teaches me to appreciate the smaller things in life. Even though my father was still involved in my life after my parents split up it was my mother who I primarily lived with and it was her who had the greatest influence on my life growing up.

Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness, I took my attention from the starry sky to look from the hand that touched me up to the face of my Grandma. She shared a kind smile with me emphasizing her rosey cheeks warming my own despite the winter snow falling around us. My little sister Sara squealed with glee as our shepherd pup Macy hopped around her, wagging her tail so fast the entire back end of her body would follow in sync. Grandma took a deep breath as she rewrapped her rope around her waist, “How does a cup of tea sound?” her voice was soft & kind, “I think it is time we all should get some rest.” I answered glancing back at sara who was still squealing with joy as she watched the pup continue to roll in the glistening pillow of snow surrounding the small patch of land we call home. She nodded in agreement and reached her arm out for me to support her inside.

My grandmother name is Carmella also known as Jamilla. But lots of people and call her Ummi. Ummi mean mother in arabic, and she is like a second mom to many as well as myself. My Grandmother is one of the most influential people in my life. My grandmother has been through so much in her life; as a child her mother suffered from mental problems and both parents had problem with substance addiction. Despite that her parents tried their hardest to stay in their children's lives. My grandmother was 1 of 5 children. When their parent could no longer care for them they were living with their grandmother and living in foster home. So her living in this situation made her grow up fast. My grandmother’s life made her tough and a hard worker. At a young age she found Islam and it change her life. She began to find light in a dark tunnel. My grandmother was stuck before and when she became a Muslim she found faith and answer to all her questions. At 16 she got married she had two kids one being my mother that marriage shortly ended and, she soon met and married my grandfather and had 3 more kids at

My grandpa was a person everyone around him loved. He was kind, supportive, and hard-working. I always loved seeing him every time I went to Orange County, California. But now, I’m not able to see him in real life anymore… It makes me glad that he’s alive and well in heaven but it makes me sad that I can’t see him anymore. My grandpa was the only grandpa I knew I could rely on. The other grandpa I knew and was related to unfortunately passed away before I was even born. He always liked getting big and humble hugs from his grandchildren and he likes to grasp my hand softly so he can know that I’m here for him. But one day, he just suddenly stopped doing that and never got to hug or grasp anyone’s hands ever again..

Have your parents ever made you do something that you refused to do. While that happened to me once. My parents were making me go up north Michigan to go to the burial of my Great Grandma and I didn't even know her that well. I was going to miss the first practice for theater and gymnastics. To be honest, I wouldn't have gone, unless my parents had made me. And trust me they did.

My grandpa was a fantastic man. His name was Ramiro Gomez. I wanted him to see me do excellent things, to see me grow to be a new person. My grandpa was a great person everyone loved him, especially me. He made everyone happy and always got the family together. His cooking was always fantastic and he always made people laugh. He loved the Dallas Cowboys, the UFC, and most of all his family.

Every summer My family and I drive up to my Grandparents house in Harwich, Cape Cod. Driving over the Bourne bridge brings back so many memories every time we pass over it. The countless beach days, relaxing in the lazy river, and spending time with family. My grandma always greets us with a loving smile. She runs over to the car and immediately starts to talk and attempts to kiss us. My grandma’s face always lights up when she sees our family, especially my dog Penny. My grandma Anita, has always been around dogs. She has had three in her lifetime and seeing our dog makes her remember the good times she shared. My grandma is prepared to give my dog multiple treats the second she jumps out of the car. She reached in her pocket and grabbed a handful of dog treats and dropped them on the grass. Penny’s tail wags the second she smells the treats. We grabbed our bags from the car and walked into the house. The fresh scent of candles made its way into my nose which makes me remember how peaceful Cape Cod is. My Grandma’s excitement radiates as we all walk into the house. The house has not changed one but, it still has the high vaulted ceilings, the granite kitchen, and the enormous back yard. My grandma is so thoughtful she makes a reservation for us to go out to eat at a well respected restaurant. Knowing my grandma and the countless fun I have experienced throughout my life I know we were going to have a good time.

A symbol that describes everything I want, would have to be my mom, she has been there for me since day one and have never gone anywhere, she represents: strength, love, and change to become a better person. My mom is everything I want to be as a mother, wife, and just as a person in general. I was born September 23rd 1998, my mom was born January 25th 1974. I was not a planned baby but, I know I definitely blessed my parents lives by being born. I did not grow up in the “typical home”, my parents’ divorced before I two, my dad was an alcoholic and was not around much when I was little, so it was just my mom and my grandparents raising me. I did not mind them raising me of course, I also did not know any better because, that was just how I grew up. I would say though that I had a pretty great childhood, I was always a happy child, and also a pretty good one too.

A moment can be such a small amount of time but it can effect such a large part of your life. I was always very close to my grandma. My mom would always tell me that I would often times not want her when I was upset and I would only want my grandma. She had lived just a few minutes down the road from us. She was always there for me and I was always there for her. I would never call her grandma. I always called her “Mawmaw”. I had no clue what I would do without her. She meant so much to me. We would go out to eat together all of the time and we would also hang out at her house a lot.

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.