Descriptive Essay On 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 could feel the breeze skim through my hair as my loose shirt caught the brisk air behind me. This was my sanctuary, the feeling was bliss. I made my way home, bracing myself for the approaching argument I was about to have with my mother. That feeling of pleasure left my body as quickly as it arrived. I stepped into the front door, and closed it behind me as quietly as I could, maybe she wouldn't notice I was late home. But before I could even take the first few steps inside, I heard mum coming from the kitchen,

My mind was going one thousand miles per hour, those words haunting my head. Hot tears flowed down my face as the words sunk in. I slumped in my seat feeling exhausted and too cold for this warm house. My father’s arms reached for me, trying to comfort me. He wouldn’t understand the mental loss that was turning into physical pain. My chest heaved for air, trying to get this drowning feeling out of these thoughts that envelope me bringing a soft cloak of anxiety. “Not again, please.”

discovering, as I lay in the cave, that my head felt lumpy and soft in two places . . . somehow I

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

My knees shivered as I walked up the huge steps onto the bus. Millions of things were running through my mind; I was nervous. There was a loud chatter throughout the bus, but it wasn’t normal chatter. Everyone was on a light edge as we were all more than aware about what we were about to face. The bus pulled up into a familiar area. Elsternwick was busy and the sun was bright. I personally am always in Elsternwick and I never knew the museum was

Moving into a cross-legged position on your bed, you looked around at your rather drab room. All you had was the bed, a trunk full of books, a table with two chairs, and a radio. All white, as it made you more comfortable. They didn’t want so many things in

Her strength seemed leaving her as quickly as the air became progressively thicker around her and heavier into her lungs. Despite her protesting muscles, she tried to shift one last time while her eyelids fluttered shut as she was laying helplessly on the bed, trapped and condemned to what would certainly be her last sleep.

Looking from side to side, I took in my surroundings. I was lying on a grey cot. There was what looked to be an operating table beside me. Where am I? I thought to myself as I sat up. The area around the bed was fairly small. The only things that sat next to me were the table, an EKG machine and my bag. I still had my leather bag? I thought, confused. Sitting on the small table next to the bed was an LCD monitor which was currently

He slammed the door shut and locked it. The locking mechanism made a decided click that was a comfort to his harried senses. The acrid scent of sweat reached his nose, and he became more aware of the mess he’d created on himself. He peeled his t-shirt off, immediately more comfortable than before. His breathing slowed and evened out as he allowed himself to relax. He slid his back against the wall and sat heavily. Once again, as time slugged by, he felt his anxiety rising. It was dark and all he could hear was his calm breathing. He was safe, he was fine. Nothing could get him

I look at my mom, she was looking down at something, i don’t know exactly what though.

There were mouths moving on the other side of the table, I had enough of a mental capacity to realise that. To realise that I should be listening and absorbing what was being said by everyone else. Maybe even contribute to the conversation. Wren’s face looked questioningly across the table, but her eyes were filled with understanding. I needed this moment in my own head to breathe. This moment to feel okay again before coming back down to earth. Warm fingers wrapped around mine served as an anchor, and the stress of this one meal was the thunderous sea threatening to throw me overboard.

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.

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.