Descriptive Essay About My Grandmother

5.) My grandmother, Just help me to the fullest and is providing me with the extras I needed to be who I am today. She has influence me to achieve and Keep going through the hard times. She also has been draining my life for sometime she's too hard And controlling. I can only look at the positives of our relationship And to thank her for what she has done for me.

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.

Family history is very important to me. It teaches me about my ancestors, family background, culture, heritage, and generations of traditions. By knowing where I came from, helps me have a better perspective of my life. Having a clear understanding on my family background allows me to know how deep my family’s roots are, and it brings me closer to self discovery.

Another person in my life that I really trust and that I know that won't hurt me. It is my mom because I know she will try to give me that best in life. She and I always will know how to cheer each other up through the hard time. When I was younger, I loved it when she read stories for me and always put me first. My mom is strong, confident, and kind to others not matter what. She treats everyone with respect and that why I love her.

Arva waited patiently her tail wagging and those blue eyes begging, licking my hand hand the entire time. My husband disappeared in the back seat for a minute and pulled out the green and red plaid emergency blanket. As soon as he set it on the ground, Arva knew what to do. We didn't coax her at all. Her tail wagged extra hard as she stepped on the blanket. With her head held high, a dogie sigh of relief escaped from her lips as well as few classic husky howls that melted our hearts. Arva was thanking us.

“Scarlet, can you please come downstairs, dinner is almost on the table,” asks her mom over the intercom.

"Yes, I've been ready I was waiting for you!" He yelled with a chuckle intertwined in his voice.

Family one of the most important things of my life.I love my family always are on my side.They take care of me,also tell me what to do.Might sometimes be anoying but will always love them because they mean so much in my life.Sisters they always tell me to do the right choice,and help me in things,My parents they’ve gave me a house,clothing,food,and more will always love my parents even if they get me mad.

I get up and I am too lazy to put his harness on and just leave his collar. I put him outside and he lays in the shade and chews a stick.

most without a doubt is my ma. I couldn't live without her. She's the most important thing in my

My loveable, caring, and wonderful Grandma Bonnie. No matter how much pain she was in, she would always put her kids and grandkids first. For eight years she battled cancer, in an out of chemo, but not letting her grandkids know. One of her last dreams was to stay alive to see my little brother be born. And that she did, however a month later, she was admitted back to the hospital.

The grandma I know is very different then the grandma of my older brothers, my cousins, and my parents. My grandma had the coolest house with the most awesome toys ever. We would run into her house after a long car ride and jump into her arms for a hug and kiss and then take over the small living room with all the toys that were just for us. The grandma of my older brothers is more of a mother figure who cooked lots of goodies and chased them around the farm. I never knew my grandma as a farmer, but it was in her blood. The way she cooked and worked in her garden were the signs of a true farmer that has had years of

I hurried out of my music room in the basement and zoomed upstairs. I ran through the kitchen and saw my dog, Kasey. He looked so excited to see me, and he darted towards me with his ears flopping behind his head. Kasey gets all riled up when his ears go down. I played with him for a couple seconds and motioned for him to come upstairs with me, but he was hesitant. Kasey doesn’t like to hang out upstairs until later at night, because he likes to be where there are the most

Grandpa, I don’t think you realize how much you (grandma too!) shaped who I am today. My love of reading and all things fantasy can be traced back to the time you lent a bored, lonely girl your Harry Potter books to read over the Summer. Not to mention our annual trips to the movie theater to watch The Lord of The Rings! When I would come over to your house you would show me photos you had taken or cameras you had bought. That sparked an interest in photography in me. I used to sit and listen to you play piano. Now I have a piano in my own home. Your home was a respite from my childhood. It was a place where I could have great adventures, imagination ran wild and there was never a shortage of fun. Growing up, I could always count on you to

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.