How I Taught My Grandmother To Read And Other Stories Summary

My great-grandmother was raised by her mom, dad, and other relatives. She, and many cousins, were raised up as brother and sister in a close-knit family. Harriett Marshall, my great-grandmother, was born in Saltillo, Tennessee on January 7, 1931. She has lived through many trying times. It is a blessing to live through so many events that changed the nation, even the world. She has lived through the following events and many more: The Great Depression, World War II, the historic signing of Jackie Robinson, Brown v. Board of Education, the Civil Rights movement and many more.

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.

Imagine how California would be if there is no immigration? Immigration is what has made California what is today. Without it, California would not be California. I am immigrant because I wanted better opportunities to provide for myself and my family. However, what about Connie Young Yu’s grandmother or Mexican immigrants? What brought the immigrants here? Each immigration has a different purpose in order to come California, but as Richard Rodriguez and Conni Young Yu describes in their section, getting to the place that is a land of immigrants is not always easy. Connie Young Yu, the author of the story of our grandmothers, is a historian, archaeologist, and author on the Chinese experience in America. Rodriguez is a Mexican American writer and has written many articles about immigration. He describes the immigration of Mexicans in his selection called proof. They focus on people whom the California dream has attracted through the years, including immigrants from Latin America, Asia, and the Near East. Therefore, as we read their stories, we are exploring the different lives of Californian’s immigrants, and the readers also

My childhood never consisted of a basic family routine. Other than my own house, I spent a majority of my time between my aunt’s and grandma’s house, which had a major impact on the way reading and writing has affected my life today. I was around the age of four when I began the first stages of my interests in reading. My aunt was the first one to sit down with me and begin the layout of my love for reading by teaching me the alphabet and the basic sounds of each letter. And my grandma was the first one to ensure the writing factor as she often told me stories that she had written herself. These two women, along with my schooling, are the benefactors behind my success in reading and writing to this day. Reading and writing have been very important

My earliest and most beautiful memories about reading was in my second grade when I was eight years old. I can still remember when my mother bought me a book called “Habia una vez”, the name in English is once upon a time. The book was all about awesome and amazing stories for kids. In October the twenty second, 2005, when I finally read the first story by myself, she was with an indescribable happiness in her eyes while looking at me. As a result of seeing my mom, glad of me, I decide to continue reading the book till the end of it. But, the best part is that this book is still with me. I have read all those stories more than ten times and I still since back then. Today I am twenty years old and I still, save that

This week’s readings really hit home because according to paper my mother was diagnosed schizophrenia, mildly retardation and borderline personality disorder. These disorders are very scary and can take a toll on many relationships if they are tended to. I once had a neighbor who was a sufferer from schizophrenia and she would always come to my driveway and yell at my children and I to stop watching her. There were times that she would come banging on my door screaming to the top of her lungs to take our surveillance system down or she was going to take it down herself. We never had a surveillance system up, so after reading the chapter I realized she was having a delusion about the surveillance cameras.

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.

“But grandma i've already read it twice!” i groaned in protest, i had just read the same sentence for the third time. My five year old self was more concerned about the bugs outside and flowers i could pick. However my grandma was not, every time i visited we would sit in the living room me right next to her and go page by page of the book Dick and Jane. I would stumble upon each word and rush to get through. i anticipated each turn of a page because i was one step closer to the book being set down and getting to play. At the time i didn't realize that the turn of the page meant i was actually one step closer to learning how to read. It took several times to get one page down but when i did i was proud, a couple of sentences slowly made me

When I was two, I “read” my first book without any help from my parents. While it wasn’t truly reading, more memorization, as my father and I used to read the same book together every night, “The Lady With the Alligator Purse.” This children’s story, no matter how simple it seems, is truly what fostered my love of prose.

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

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.

Some time after the arrival of my first child, I thumbed through my favorite book from my childhood. As I began reading the book I discovered the story was unfamiliar. Gradually, it occurred to me my mother had made up the majority of the words when she read to me. My mother never hid that she was functionally illiterate from people, as I was tasked often with the duty of reading information aloud to her. However, on that day, holding that book, at that moment, it finally occurred to me that my illiterate mother had actually taught me to read. She couldn't tell me what all the words said, but she instilled the language in my young mind, and encouraged my fondness of literature. I vowed on that day, to be the last martyr of educational failure,

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.