Granny-Personal Narrative

If I had the opportunity to interview anybody in my family it’d be my grandma because she grew up very poor and had to work for everything she ever received. She now is a millionaire and has traveled all over the globe. Grandma has always been a brilliant lady, and has had a full life.

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

Oh Junior, such a poor kid. Growing up with such an array of disabilities has definitely taken a toll on him. Seeing him constantly falling victim to teasing and bullying certainly makes me sad but sometimes I feel that he brings it upon himself; of course I am not allowed to say that though, being his grandmother I am required to be supportive of my grandson. I wish that he would somehow manage to at least find a few new friends. The only kid I ever see him around is that Rowdy boy. I know that they have been friends since birth but he is absolutely cruel and is constantly fighting others on the reservation - I do not think that he is a very good influence for Junior to be around. Rowdy had

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

My grandmother, Joan Stackhouse, has been the most influential woman in my life. She was born in the late 1930s and raised during the time where African Americans didn’t have many rights. She told me about a time where all she could do is clean houses to earn a couple cent to support the family. Her husband worked as a policeman and was barely home. When an educational opportunity became available she took advantage of it and began taking classes at Francis Marion University to later become a teacher’s aid. Today at almost 80 she’s battling Rheumatoid Arthritis, fibromyalgia, and a couple other things that comes with old age. But she remains strong. my grandmother has influenced me to remain strong regardless of the situation and has taught

I have a great grandma that lives in Adairsville, GA that is getting worse and worse everyday. I have never met her before until last Spring when I went on vacation to Florida and stopped on the way back to visit her. She is the sweetest little old lady I have ever met. It made me sad to know that I have never visited her until now. I wish I could see her more often. we write letters to each other quite a bit. She never forgets to send us each something on the holidays. We only visited for about 3-4 hours then headed off back home. I wanted to stay all day. Even though I have only met her once it feels like I have had this connection with her my whole life.

I was a little girl trying to get around in the small town Cresco Iowa. I tried my best to do my best with everything I did; mostly to make others around me happy. Growing up I didn’t have very many role models or guiding people to help me through my life. When I was a little and got to know my grandparent’s the older I got, I was obsessed; I looked up to them and hope to achieve what they have as a couple and individually. The most difficult time of my life was losing them.

"Buzz,"went my alarm clock.I am so exited to go to Ella's grandmother's house.The last time I went we made pottery.They are from a tribe called the Anasazi.Grandma Lorrie lives in a pueblo in New Mexico.

good five minutes before a small smile appeared on my lips. I stuck my hand into my pockets as i walked back to the institute and hummed to myself a little on the way.

In 2009 a lot went on in my life. On April 9, 2009 I was at my grandma house sleep when I heard someone call my name it was my grandma. So I got up to see what she wanted and she said, “I’m having hot flashes go and get me a cold rag to put on my forehead.” So I did and when I came back I put it on her head. Then she begun to close her eyes slowly so I thought she was going to sleep. But when I tried to wake her she wouldn’t wake up. She always kept a book of emergency contacts beside her bed on the dresser. So I called my cousin Donnie and said, “I, I think granny dead.”He said, “WHAT!!” So when he got there he told me to get out the room so he can see. Then he came back a few minutes

Once left alone with only her thoughts, Granny is forced to accept reality. “For the second time there was no sign,” (61) and Granny was “jilted” for a second time, by God. Just as George left her standing alone at the altar, God did not give her a sign in death. The ending makes a full circle with the middle of the story when Granny finally realizes the relationship between the two situation: in death, just as on her wedding day, there was “no bridegroom,” and she was left alone with a priest. The connective structure shows the reader that because Granny continued to deny the truth, she would be forced to suffer in death. “She could not remember any other sorrow because this grief wiped them all away.” (61) Granny could not continue to hold

Her story began in 1944, but has never been forgotten. By sharing her experience, she continues to influence my life.

My granny is someone who has had a positive impact on my life. One reason why my granny is a positive influence is because she has always taught me what is right and what is wrong. Another way my granny influences me in a positive way is because she always tells me she is proud of me and all of my accomplishments. This makes me want to do even better to make her happy and even more proud of me. My granny is like a second mother to me and always has been.

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.