Descriptive Essay On The Grandmother

When I heard Jessica crying and saw the dog looking into my face I told him “Georgie go see why Jessica is crying”. Next thing I knew he went off running and she was quiet so I went to check on her and there they were in the bed sleeping, he comfort her. Even though a snow storm was coming, she decided to go on her winter camping trip anyway. It was like something was calling her out there. But in the event of her wilderness trip she was starting to feel better. There was a positivity her in her life that was growing and the depression had started to fade by the activities she is doing. Her experience of sleeping in below freezing caves, digging out of a snow barricades with the help of Jackson and Hailey. She was doing things her and her dogs would never have dreamed of. She admits that her very cold and freezing adventure has helped her appreciate the beauty of life and her winter wilderness experience. She was starting to feel like she belong and was appreciating the value of her life and her surroundings. “A Blizzard under blue sky” gave her a new lease on life and a spark of rejuvenation.

My father is of both Italian and French decent. My grandmother arrived on Ellis Island in 1909 with her nine siblings. My mother is also of Italian decent with her ancestors arriving on Ellis Island in 1899 from Naples Italy.

From chapter 1 i read that their grandmother died in the spring . Also They were trying to survive because of all the things that were going to happen they didn’t want to face war . All though grandmother lived out her long life in the shadow of Rainy Mountain the immense landscape of the continental interior lay like memory in her blood . They got kicked from their lands and got the Sun Dance Doll and that give them disrespect and took their honor . They acquired the sense of destiny meaning courage and pride .They lost the Sun Dance Doll and that was their symbol of their worship . They felt discouraged and lost their tribe . They also acquired their ancient nomadic spirit was suddenly free of the ground . No longer were they slaves to the

Blowing warm air into her hands, she trudged across the street towards her condo. Her back was aching from the mass of textbooks she carried in her backpack. Her winter boots had filled up with snow, and made her feet feel like over-frozen popsicles. Through the front window, she saw the twinkling lights of their Christmas tree, all decorated and sparkling. She shuddered as she walked up the stairs towards the front door. As she opened the door, immediate warmth filled her body. She felt like melting. Hot chocolate was all she could think of.

I remember it like it was yesterday, even though I was only three. We were all at home;

On the first day of eleventh grade It was just another sunny morning Until the phone started ringing And it was hard to believe what I was hearing How was it even possible that grandma was no more? My world shattered into a million pieces,

There are 4,200 religions in the world that people worship. Each religion different from the next, but there is a catch. Most religions have one thing is common, that all of them believe in a being of divine or super power. The Grandma is this story references praying to God a lot when conversing with the Misfit. Her pleads for the Misfit to pray touches on a large theme, God’s grace. The Grandma tries to convince the Misfit that everyone can be saved by God’s grace by saying, “‘Why you’re one of my babies. You’re one of my own children’” (O’Connor 28). Even with the catastrophic ending of this text, the Misfit did achieve some level of grace. This level of grace is seen in the Misfit because before the whole family is slaughtered he says,

Margot knew she was going over her great grandma house to have fun. She always had the best time of her life over there. When she heard her grandma died, she cried for 2 whole days. They always ate lunch her great grandma also made big dinners for no reason she also watched movies at he great grandma house then she ended up going straight to bed. The next morning she and her siblings would always of pancakes and bacon. After she and her siblings ate, they would go to the corner store and pick up lots of 10 cents worth candy and they all would eat it in one day just because they loved candy.

The hushed quiet was deafening the house. I come from a family of four, noise always echoing through the walls, peace never being near. Normally, such lack of noise would be welcoming; but today it was earth-shattering. The minivan was packed faster than you could blink, voices raised tempers flared. A peaceful Tuesday was gone.

Grandma and Grandpa’s house always provides me with warmth and happiness. When I walk into the door, instantly I receive a welcoming sensation. The smell of their house reminds me of my cheerful childhood, which consisted of baking cookies, among other things. When I look around, I see Grandpa watching television, as always and Grandma, baking goodies to feed a whole tribe of people. Grandma always makes an effort to comfort me, just like at home, asking me if I need anything. She requests if I want any of the treats she recently made. On the other hand, Grandpa continues to ridicule me in a result of laughter. Knowing that I can always count on him to provide me with optimism, comforts me. More often than not, I spend my time there helping

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.

That dreadful day was the chilliest we had seen for quite awhile. The frigid wind shook the trees bare, howling and moaning, sending snow flying through the air. By the time I had walked ten feet I was chilled to the bone. My breath came in short puffs as I watched parents pick up their kids. My eyes lingered on the beautiful smiles lighting up their faces, smiles so genuine they hurt.

In life you are taught to learn to walk and then later to run; but sometimes people have to finish the race while others are still on the run. I was taught by Grandmother how to enjoy life and have a good sense of humor. Growing up with her was like learning how to walk one step at a time. She made sure everything I did was well done, but if I was to make a mistake we would just laugh about it. Now I wish I could thank her for all her lessons because I have learned to always optimistic. Even if you do not appreciate someone now, in the long run you always will. Even though death can bring people together, it can also depress you for a period of time, and this was a challenge for me.

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 grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. As the family has gotten older and we have all had our own children we do not visit as we should. I visited with my grandmother many times when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the back door of her house you would notice a long, narrow kitchen that led into the main living and dining room of her house. The smell of food home cooked food was quite evident. Grandmother cooked every day and always cooked big meals on holidays for the family.