Family History : An Individual Essay

The article Family and Social Memory: Why History Matters mentioned the concept of the nuclear family. The ideal white-picket fenced family, with a mother, father and children who happily live together in privacy. It was during the postwar era when technological discoveries were rapid and mind-blowing, an era where hope was renewed and the ideal family was remodeled. It involved a father being the head of the house, and the mother being the primary caretaker. It was this notion that reigned as the ideal family for a long period of time. However, I find this stereotype to be rather poisonous because, as the article also mentioned, soon the media uncovered the dark realities behind the nuclear family. During the post-war era, abuse and sexism


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My lineage is complicated and blended with multiple different cultures and origins. On my maternal side, the surname from my grandfather it O’Toole which derives from Ireland and my grandmother Wells, which comes from Great Britain. Replicated on my paternal side, I have both roots from Ireland and England. Although these two countries are a powerful force in my lineage, my ancestors also have come from Pakistan, Germany, and most recently Eastern Canada. The matrilineage of my family is much easier to track and I feel as if that side of my ancestry has more history than the others may hold.

History is defined as the study of the science of humanity in the past. It's a broad subject that spans over countless people groups throughout the years that the world has been around. Even before the times we have written word history was still being made, and it is still extremely important. We tend to forget that in our average day to day lives we are still making history. That all over the globe everyone is taking part in what might be in a history book someday.

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.

Once the genealogy bug bites you, you'll be introduced to world-wide, online libraries of information and total fascination. You'll be off and running. You'll be seen in cemeteries copying information onto tablets. Pictures of headstones will start appearing on your blog posts. Older family members will begin to look forward to your "long verbal communications" and graphic visits. They may wonder how you can talk so much and ask so many questions, and it's all fun.

Family history is very important to an individual. By knowing where you come from, you can have a better perspective of your life. Having a clear understanding of your family background allows you to better appreciate the things that you would normally take for granted. The house, the car, and the average clothing may look better when one sees the sacrifices their family has made. They will see that their family has worked very hard just so their family can experience the better things in life. A persons roots and origin is one of the most important things to explore. It alone can bring you closer to self-discovery.

During my excessive research on my family background, I found that I had major complication learning about my history. The reason for this was because my family was brought to a country that totally wiped out my ancestor's culture. The only part I understand of my family history is slavery. We started out as slaves in when first brought to America. We were originally from West Africa. We lived in places such Nigeria, Congo, and Ghana. This was a time when we owned our land and freedom. However, around the late 1500s, the western European culture had finally discovered our deeply rooted heritage. They saw that beautiful land we had nourished, They saw the love within our community. They saw the resource we provided. They realized the strength we had as a people. Soon the western Europeans felt that needed to conquer us and our land. The wanted to prove that we're able to conquer because of the more industrialized military they had. They forced my people to move to a unformal land that conquered from another culture of people. So after arrival to the new world, the European immediately forced my ancestors to change their names. They gave us our names of our slave owners. This resulted in my ancestors to being someone's property. My ancestors worked day in and day out in the hot sun; picking cotton, building houses, growing crops and being housemaids. The European’s would soon transition into what we know today as Americans. For the next four hundred years, the Americans

The family history assignment was to enable us to gather information from a participant. Used the data collected to build a genogram going back three generation. To tell this families story by incorporating medical, spiritual, cultural, and ancestral history. Then to review the information and show areas that could be modified to decrease the risk of health problems.

When I first started this project I didn’t know a lot about my family history. I was told that my mom’s side was from Germany and that my dad’s side is from Ireland and while I was able to verify that I also learned so much more. I was about to located two different 4th great grandparents on Ancestry.com and uncover over 40 relatives that I never knew about dating back until 1800. I am grateful for what I have learned in the process of writing this paper because without it I may have never learned about my true culture and the family I come from.

What can I say about my family? Honestly, hardly know jack shit about my family's history. As of now, I know that both my Biological parents were born in Puerto Rico. In addition, please be mindful that the man who is supposedly is my biological father; I did not have a chance to meet his ass until I was 24 years old. Furthermore, I never would have met this fucking man had it not been for me calling my Titi Carmen (Aunty Carmen) in Puerto Rico. Before I go too deep into my family's history, I think it would be best for you guys to get a little bit of my background, my first family, the streets of New York City.

The family is an important social institution. The concept of family is found in every known society (Murdock, 1949:1). Anthropologists classify family as individuals related by blood and marriage (Haviland 1996:230); nevertheless there remains no universal definition of the family. The forms a family might take (nuclear or extended, polygamous or monogamous) vary across cultures and time (Murdock, 1949:1). It performs six universal functions to satisfy the needs of its members, such as, reproduction, protection, socialization, regulation of sexual behaviour, attention and companionship, and providing social status (Ogburn & Tibbits, 1934).

Decemeber 25th, 2016: A day filled with overly excited children and stressed out parents who are preparing for the events to come that day. After eagerly ripping through tons of wrapping paper that early morning, my family and I started our journey to the little town of Sobieski. The town may be extremely small and only have a population of less than two hundred people, but it is one of the most significant cities in my life. We soon arrived at my second home, my grandparent’s house, in the next half an hour.

Time flies, and pieces of stories from a family vanishes in time. The best way to record those disappearing valuable history is to record them in writing. There are too many stories to tell and want I am going to write about is the key part of my family history, which makes my family a family. The story is about my great-grandfather Zhiyun, my grandfather Liangai.

I had lost all sense of feeling the moment my eyes set upon them. I could not move from the spot I was in, and my best friend, Sophia, was trying to nudge me in their direction. But it felt as though my feet were glued to the floor as I stared at the five people in front of me. That's my birth family; I thought to myself as I stared at them in slight shock. My eyes filled with tears, my cheeks stained with them; I couldn’t stop myself from crying so much. But, truthfully, I did not think that this day was ever going to happen. Not once did it cross my mind that I would meet my birth family, especially not when I was sixteen and alone, with just my best friend to comfort me. I should have been more comfortable around them. I should have. I had been talking to them since I was twelve years old, but I just was not prepared for this. They were not my family, anyways. They were strangers to me.