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.

In a traditional family setting parents play the biggest influential part in shaping their children’s actions through most of their life. Family heritage is prevalent in everything people do, from interactions in everyday life with others to the activities people enjoy it can typically be traced back to conventional traditions of ancestors. Personally, the most recognizable influence from my family and heritage is my interactions with my friends. All throughout childhood, kids watch and learn socializing skills from their parents, making it to be what I would consider to be one of the most important habit children learn from an early age. I am most like my father when interacting with friends, he is outgoing, confident, and likes to joke around with them a lot but at the end of the day they are the most important thing to him next to family. From my mother’s side, more of the caring and kind patterns shined the brightest through her. Each child picks up patterns weather good or bad from their family leaving influential impacts throughout their whole

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.

Some adults experience new responsibilities and challenges in life when they encounter a loss; I encountered this as a child. The year was 2014 and it was the hardest year of my life. It was a beautiful, sunny day on August 3; however this day was a tragic one that I will never forget. Some think of their grandma as just a relative; mine was my other half, my best friend, my hero, and I could never be the same without her. This depressing event affected me greatly, and now it is difficult for me to live my life without her. My new responsibilities were devastating and challenging, but if it meant helping my grandma, I would have done anything. Those times were lovely with her, but now I must take on the responsibilities of my mother, and

My parents always had their problems. They fought about every little thing, and it was miserable. The screaming, the fighting, the physical and mental abuse to my mother was just terrifying. I would just sit there and listen while crying. One night they were fighting about bills, and all of a sudden it turned into a mad house or something. My brother came and got me out of the living room while it was going on because I was screaming at my father to stop hurting my mom. Another day my mom, my brother, my sister, and i were leaving to go to Destin and while we were about to leave, my dad shows up and starts yelling at my mom and physically hurting her again. But this time, my brother got him off of her and then my father realized that we had seen everything he’s done to her.

Who is your best friend? Some may answer this question with your mom, one of your siblings, or even just a person that is the same age as you. When I am asked this exact same question I used to answer with “my grandma.” My grandma was just a phenomenal woman, and she would do anything for me and the rest of the family to make sure that we are all jubilant. I lived with my grandma, my whole life. We did everything together. From shopping, going in family reunions that we didn’t even want to go to, and attempting to cook new things, but ending up burning it. My grandma and I were always together. She was my rock.

My grandmother’s love is like no other. It is very peculiar but also unique in its own way. She has a strange way of showing her emotions. You’ll never see her cry or sad, she’s the strongest person in our family. My grandmother holds the family together when times are rough.

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.

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 eyes wandered around the room that my grandmother now resided in, drinking up every detail and at the same time, cautiously avoiding the bed that was in the center of the room. I couldn't bear to look at my once lively and animated grandma now laying there looking lethargic. No would even believe me if I described how my she used to look; her expressive eyes were full of knowledge and secrets that only she knew, her surprisingly thick hair that was red from the henna she puts on every other saturday, and a warm smile that made anyone feel special if it was directed at them, I want to remember her as my grandma who used make an extra cake when we baked together because she knew that I wouldn't like the one I made, not as my grandma who is on a bed that may as well be her death bed. Her loud laughter used to echo through her small and cozy house that I used to spend all my summers in. Now you'd have to listen closely to be able to hear her, her vocals not being able to produce a sound louder than a whisper.

Beth a.k.a “Mama Beth” ,I know what you are thinking who calls there mom by her first name. well that’s the cool thing about my family we aren’t the average traditional family, and Mama Beth isn’t really my mom but at the same time she is. Hard to grasp the concept? yea i know how you feel. Beth is the closest thing i have to a mom at this point in time in my life she is strict and hard headed when need but caring and understanding. It was hardly even a month into my stay with Beth, Bri and Brayden when we actually started to face and understand the problems of my life. I was hurting and confused on life itself but Mama Beth was always there to guide me she gave me not only a role model but hope and love. She took me to church and help me connect with god again I remember the first time I heard her mention anything having to do with her religion.

Paw-Paw is an astounding lady. In Chinese, ones mother's mother is called Paw-Paw. My grandmother is a small snazzy lady with a spunky personality and so much caring in her soul. She takes care of anyone in need and spends time helping everyone. My grandma is one uncommon woman and anyone who meets her can easily figure that out. She is my grandma, friend, and one of my biggest role models as she had to travel across the world to come to the United States. She cares, she cooks, she hugs, and she loves.

I never really had a grandmother figure in my life until recently. Both my grandmas were older and incapable of watching small children. Growing up, my friends would stay with their grandma, go places and be spoiled by them. Last summer my dad and I decided to search for a car in Florida. His philosophy on cars was that we had to go somewhere below the rust belt. I was obsessed with the 2010 Mazda 3 and Florida had an abundance of them. My mom's Aunty Tina lived in Florida and we have always been close with family, so we decided to stay with her and she welcomed us with open arms.

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.

All I’ve ever wanted is for my aunt to be here with me. When I was in the 5th grade growing up in Spanaway, WA I wish I could see my aunt more because she was nice, funny, super fun to play with she has been with me since day 1. I really loved to hang out with her, she would watch me play my WII and she would come over to family dinners the reason I couldn’t see her often because she lives in Alaska. I hope I can see her someday and just run up to her and jump on her and give her a big hug. Also I like to watch