Grandma Sharon Research Paper

Broken bones are not painful at all. Pain is Physical suffering or discomfort by illness or injury. In fact, I broken a bone years ago eight to be exact. Fear of hospitals, ghost stories and the anxiety of being alone, broken bones are not painful at all.

Grandma Alice was born on March 1, 1919 in Winnsboro, South Carolina. She was the oldest of five children. After she completed the 6th grade, she went to work, picking cotton. It was hot in the fields. She picked prickly, cotton at the tender age of eleven up until she turned sixteen, the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1938 excluded agriculture. At sixteen, she became a nannie for a wealthy, white family. Grandma would go on to raise her five children. She made sure that they would enlist in the armed services and/or went to college. She was determined that education was the key to her children’s freedom and independence. Grandma Alice did not experience a lot of freedom and she was denied a good education. I can still hear her say, “…go to

Along with being supportive, my grandpa is one of the most selfless people I know. Whenever my family needs help with anything he is the first person we call because we know that if anyone can do it, or is willing to do it, it’s him. My dad owns a landscaping and plowing business, so he is always wearing down his trucks, causing them to break down a lot. Papa is always up to the challenge of fixing them, even though he never has to. One thing that is really important to him is family, he has always, always put family first.

My Grandma Musser put the Grand in grandma, she selflessly gave her time, shared her many talents and still managed to have fun with us. She was born in 1927 in Murtaugh Idaho to William and Annie Moise Goodman. She grew up on a farm, her father died as a result of a threshing accident; when she was nine. In her adult life she was a school and music teacher for many years; she directed the school’s musical programs in addition to a local children's choir. Before I met her she was injured in a car accident and so had trouble walking, even with this challenge she still tried to keep up with me and my sister.

Caring for my grandma, was a responsibility that came with an experience. I had to learn from skilled professionals and nurses, how to properly care for an elderly. I learned to manage her vitamin and nutritional intake; made sure she was eating plenty of vegetables, fruit, probiotics, and protein. Also, making sure that she managed her stress and had the correct amount of sleep.

On September 7, 1860 Anna Mary Robertson known as Grandma Moses was born. She was born in Greenwich, New York. Grandma Moses was famous for her paintings, she is considered as one of the most famous folk artists of the twentieth century. Moses went to work at the age of 12 . Later, she married Thomas Moses in 1887. In 1905 Moses went back to New York where her family lived on a farm in Eagle Bridge, New York. In 1918 she began to paint, her first painting was drawn on an old piece of fireboard. She began to draw more and more but, did not devote her time to painting. In 1927 her husband died and Moses went through a hard time handling with the grief of her husband. Her first big break came in 1938 when she had some of her works hung up

When I was born, my grandmother had already been about five years retired from her nursing. Still, this did not stop her from being the primary care provider for my family because we were too poor to go to the doctors and my grandmother had the ability to convince my mother that I was never too sick for her to take care of me. It being so that my grandmother would care for me whenever I was in a vulnerable state of being sick. I grew extremely emotionally attached to her. This emotional bond created when one person takes care of another who is in a vulnerable state is one of the reasons why I want to become a physician.

Dear aunt bessie, one million dollars you gave me will be used for the greater good of this nation. Nobody is doing good besides the rich. Children are working in factories, the women have no rights, people are being sold bad food, and others are tearing down forest destroying earth. It's just terrible, and this is where I will put my one million dollars.

My Grandma, Enid Foster was born on March 20, 1949 in Portland, Jamaica. Her mother and father's names were Theresa and Andrew Foster. She has one brother and two sisters. She is a mother of two sons, one of whom is my father. As a child, she said that she did not have many friends, but as she got older she became more sociable.

"Don't be mad now. C'mon guys, get together, don't be so mad now." The classic line for the arranged family group photos. The line my cousins and I always giggle about. The words that constantly slide out of my Grandma Di's lips. This line, always makes me "not be mad now". There are many people in my life whose lives have played a role in my own. One person in particular who I would like to thank for their role in my life is Dianne Elton or as I refer to, Grandma Di. I'd like to thank my Grandma Di for showing me joy through her joy for the arts, her joy of her family, and for her joy of life.

The 110 degree air hits my body as i walk out of the Miami florida airport where a bus is waiting for me and everybody else that is going to get a car to rent. I get excited and want to do as much as i can with my family

Growing up I’ve always learned what needed to be known about cooking from my great grandma Laney. She was one of those women who wouldn’t let you lick the spoon after making fudge brownies, but would teach you what could substitute eggs in a recipe if you didn’t have any. My grandma always had something new for me to make when I would go to stay with her whether it’s for the weekend, week, or summer. Each time it could be anywhere from cheese straws, to homemade pickles, to salmon patties, to caramel cake. Any time we would make something that had fruit in the recipe; she knew exactly where to go so that we could pick the fruit fresh and use that in the pastry, desert, or sauce we were making. She always tells us it is important to know where the ingredients you use in a recipe come from in order to make

Rosie is a grandma who lived a peaceful life in Wales three years ago.However,she had a crazy dream to run around the world.

I have always had an understanding that my grandmother was a difficult person. It has always seemed as though she never saw eye to eye with anyone except herself. I remember many fights that took place between her and mother, they got over it of course, or the times my family would be sitting in the seats in the church sanctuary and I would hear her piercing voice interrupting the person that was that Sunday’s speaker because she disagreed with what he had to say or what the person said was a false statement. If someone did not know anything about my grandmother, they would think that she is a batty, old, woman, but that is not my grandmother at all. My grandmother is so much more. She is so wise, and whenever I feel the need to talk to her for advice, she is not afraid

My grandmother has a very softhearted voice that I still hear telling me goodnight when we were little. She would wait with us until we fell deep asleep. And even as we got older she would gather us around the kitchen table and let us watch the old fashioned ice cream maker churn the best vanilla ice cream and then she would load it up with chocolate chips, and our parents would always say, "That's too many.", and grandmother just let us keep piling them on. My grandmother is the kind, gentle, loving, caring grandmother that I wish my children could experience today.