Grandmother Lessons

At 15 years old, and growing up without knowing the hardships many America went through to carve out a good life for themselves, I wanted to get the perspective of a family member and their experience growing up in a time much different from our own. Recently I had a chance to sit and talk with my great-grandmother. Having mostly grown up with my mother’s side of the family, also having my middle name being parallel to my grandmother on that side, and hearing he stories they would tell, I decided that I wanted to get to know my Dad’s side of the family a little better, so I picked up the phone and made the call to my Grandma Toman, as we call her. Being as she lives so far away, it’s hard for me to get together with her often, so this one phone call really gave me the chance to get closer to her. In this day and age, as the screens on our phones are getting bigger, and we grow closer to our devices, we drift apart from our families.

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

"Grandpa, I am going to get on my phones and play games," Maria declared. "A telephone is a tool that should be used to make emergencies, share some news, and make appointments." I said. "Grandpa, I am just going to play one game," my Maria said.""I am going to tell a little history on how the phones were when we growing up."" I guess I will listen.""When we were growing we didn't have it made like

Ever get the chance to put together your own outfit for the day? Well, I mean literally have you ever had to sew together your outfit? If not, well let me start it off with “WOW!”, grandma's work isn’t as easy as it seems. Not only did i learn how difficult it is to sew, but i had the chance to be able to express my funny side. This week i chose as one of my portfolios a unique project, where i sewed together my outfit. At first, i envisioned it being a joke, since i would never wear it personally, but I saw the fun and good vibes it would bring to the classroom atmosphere. We started off with the simple idea of creating one of the outfits used by one of the boys in the movie, The Sound of Music. First, we had to sketch out a drawing of the outfit to get an

The first step in our standard routine for Turkey Day includes three generations, hours of chopping, and one delicious-smelling kitchen. It is my grandmother on my mother’s side, Oma, who leads this mass preparation that leaves us with enough food for a small army… or just twenty with really full bellies. Oma has always been the master of mashed potatoes and turkeys, because Thanksgiving is infamously known as HER favorite holiday and most of the traditions align with her side of the family. The smile on her face as she chops her thousandth celery stock clues me in to how much she is joyfully anticipating tomorrow, when she will come together in thanks with all of her children, grandchildren, and sweetly adored relatives. After an exhaustive day spent long in the kitchen, she squeezes me goodbye and says, “See you tomorrow for Turkey Day!” with a gleam of childish excitement in her

My Grandmother goes by the name of babunya, and baba for short, this means grandma in Ukrainian. She lived in Ukraine for most of her life, and she is almost 90 years old now. She’s been through a lot in her years, thus her appearance has changed. For every wrinkle she has there’s a story to match. She has had every color hair: blonde, red, brown, and black. Now her hair is a short gray color. She keeps it short because it stays out of the way, even though she hates it short. She has always had long her until now. She has also progressively become shorter over the years due to a very bad back; she now stands just under five feet. Since she spends most of her days in the garden her usual outfit

I will always remember going to grandma's house on christmas eve,me and my family are so excited to open presents, eat the great food and spend time with family.My grandma has three kids, my mom and my uncles.She has two sisters and five brothers.She was born on 1046 at Celina.Grandma has two grandkids me and my brother Collin.My grandma is sweet loving and generous.

It all started when I was getting ready for bed and my mom got a call from Granny.

It all began when I was about five years old, having sleepovers in my great grandma’s room. She loved telling stories and playing dress up with me. In her room she kept a lot of pillows on her bed. She had fancy pillows in a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and textures. Every time I entered her room, she would allow me to jump around on the bed filled with pillows. All that jumping around and having all that fun felt amazing, and that's when I fell in love with one of her pillows and named it Bobby.

…...I remember how everyone in the family would show up for Grandma’s big Christmas party she throws each year.With all the nice decorations and food not to mention the turkey and the amazing pies.Grandma always knows how to put a smile on any one’s face.Born around 1940 with 7 kids this is not just my grandma but a wife a mother a sister a friend and she has put love in several other people’s hearts because of her compassion,Generosity,and calmness in hard situations.

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

There's a faded old sun bonnet hanging there behind the door. It's the one my sweet mother used to wear. 'Til one day she hung it up and never took it down no more. And since that day we left it hanging there.

Heros are amazing people. Heros are the people you look up to. They could be famous or a close family member. My hero would be my grandmother, Rita Queen or as I call her “Grandmama.” Grandmama always has a smile on her face. She is someone you want to be around everyday. Grandmama is still incredibly perseverant, courageous, and helpful.

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,

The familiar smell of soft cookies and homemade cooking are common thoughts when people think about their grandma's house. Great feasts and family gatherings play a part in everyone's grandmother's home. But when I really think about my grandma's house only one word comes to my mind: fun.