Descriptive Essay About My Great 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.

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,

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.

Death. To some people, death is the gateway to the next transcendent life; to others, death is a disease. Humanity will always see death in different perspectives whether it is true or not. It is a mystery that we will never find out unless we are the same primordial being that gave the world light and darkness. To me, death is a topic I do not tread lightly for it is a third rail. However after experiencing the death of my great grandmother, I began to think whether I should constantly throw away topics that are related to death, and make the topic taboo. On the winter of 2014, I realized that the topic of death wasn’t something taboo but something that I must prepare for.

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.

I know my grandmother simply because she is my grandmother. What i know about her is that she is a elderly women that came to norway when she was young. She came to the united states by boat with her parents. I know that her family was not very wealthy and that they had a hard struggle when they had first arrived in the united state. The reason she left norway was because people were starving and others were dying, Norway had essentially a failing economy at the moment. My Great great grandparents wanted a better life for my great grandmother so they came here. Not long after they came here they had to go through the great depression, so they had to struggle through that while the government didn't do as much as they could of to help.

My grandfather was a disorganized workaholic, a good listener, and a brave man. He was, according to one of his students, “… the Indiana Jones of linguistics.” I love that man because of what I have learned about him. I knew my grandfather when he was sick, but like many Parkinson’s patients, he had been changed by his illness, so when I knew him, he seemed more like a moving body than a person. When I was born, his sense of direction had already left, his muscles had already started to stiffen, and his coping abilities had eroded considerably.

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..

The year is 2004, somewhere in a cab. I hear the jingle of the beads attached to the Rosary on the rear view mirror, I see the trees flashing as if everything we left behind turned into nothingness. I remember feeling sad or scared but not knowing why. I see green, everything in sight was green. I felt the sinister whisper of the wind gently kissing the hairs on the back of my neck, sending a chill through my body. My mother smiled at me with tear filled eyes and a baby inside of her. Whether I knew it or not my life was about to change.

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.

When I was younger, I lived down the street from my grandma and grandpa. I would go to their house all the time. Whenever I went to their house, I would watch TV or movies, eat junk food, and if the weather was nice I would go outside and play in the hose water. But my all time favorite thing about going to their house was when they would swing me back and forth in a blanket. I would lay on the blanket and they would each grab an end. I’m guessing it might have looked like a hammock, I wouldn’t know though, since I was in the blanket. They swung the blanket back and forth. The best part, was when they swung the blanket onto the couch, it was like I was flying, even though it was only for half a second.

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.

She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite