My Family : A Family

A brief background of my family will provide some meaning to our family structure. My parents were both born and raised in Muncie, Indiana at a time when the economy was not strong. My father was the fourth of five siblings in a household dominated by a physically abusive and alcoholic father. My mother lost both of her parents at a young age. I would learn later in life that my father

Families, as units, are extremely complex and vary drastically from one another. A person might be under the impression that his or her own family is nothing special, especially if they are accustomed to their family’s routines. After analyzing my own family through the sociological lenses of an assortment of scholars, it is now clear that it is not as simple as it seems. Sociologically analyzing my family through the divorces that have occurred in my life makes it clear that divorce can have an impact on a variety of family dynamics, such as my parents and their jobs and domestic duties, the amount of involvement they have with their friends and family, as well as my financial dependence on my parents.

The word family has changed so much in the past century. A family back in the 1950’s was probably considered a husband, wife, and one or more children. Times have changed and families have become much different. The Interpersonal Communication: Relating to Others book defines family as a, “Unit made up of any number of persons who live in relationship with one another over time in a common living space who are usually, but not always, united by marriage and kinship” (Beebe, Beebe & Redmond, 243). Families can be broken up into five different types. The first is the traditional family, which includes a mother, father, and their biological children. Next, is the blended family which includes

My family of Burrows, Bennet (father) Goodbeer, Littlejohn, (mother) is the mixture of what America is French, German, Irish, Native American, and Black. Origins come from the Atlantic slave trade where most of my family was relocated to Arkansas. Where their condition of slavery with all of the horrors of it like the breeding, whippings, lynching, slave codes. The lack of education and the chance to prosper without being a handicap of being a subordinate which in 2016 is still every true to till this day. As for the Native American and the Irish side of the family, I don’t know much than seeing some pictures and Serval stories that I can’t recall from my childhood.

My family is anything but ordinary, but it is this uniqueness that has shaped me into the person I am today.  I grew up in an Indian family of 9...yes 9! It’s not that I have 6 other siblings; alongside my parents and older brother Jaineel, I also live with my aunt, uncle, two cousins, and grandfather. Indian tradition calls for the sons of the family to care after their parents when married, so my dad and and his brother deemed the best way to fulfill this role is to have a joint family with their father, wives, and children. My cousins, Annika and Zuri, have been by my side since day one and are truly considered my sisters.  Living with so many people had changed me for the better; I have learned to greatly appreciate the love, support, and

What do individuals think of when they hear the term First Family? Normally people think of the President, his wife, and their children, but it can be much more extensive. In the book First Family by David Baldacci, Pam Dutton, sister of the First Lady, is murdered. Pam’s daughter, Willa, is kidnapped during the attack on the Dutton family. Tuck, father of the Dutton family, is badly injured in the attack. The Secret Service provides little protection to relatives to the President, so the Dutton family is an open target. Two detectives who arrive at the crime scene while the crime is taking place take upon the investigation. Sean King and Michelle Maxwell are appointed to investigate the crime under the orders of the First Lady. The title is

My great grandfather’s name was Anthony Iaconetti and he was originally born and raised for the younger part of his life in Italy. He migrated to the United States and came through Ellis Island when he was in his late twenties. When he arrived in New York, he started working in the printing business where he made phone books, directories, newspapers, etc. My great grandmother Catherine was currently living in the United States at the time but opened up her own candy shop. They met each other randomly, started dating and eventually got married. They had three children one of them being my grandmother. My grandmother, Kathy, grew up in New York her whole life and still remains a current resident. As a child, she worked for her mother’s Candy Store where she was in charge of the cash register and putting candy in little bags for the customers. She met my grandfather on a blind date, and at the time he was in the United States Marine Corps. After his contract was up with the Marine’s he started working as a mechanic for American Airlines. While he was working there my grandmother was working as a secretary for the FBI. Later on they decided to get married and had three children, one of them being my father. My grandparents in New York are the typical New York Italian family. They appreciate and love their food, everything is made from scratch, and they are

Up until just a few days ago, I knew very little about my family history. The only item of information I was positive of was that my grandmother (on my mom’s side of the family) is of Italian decent. After calling my grandma and spending hours talking on the phone, I was surprised to learn that not too long ago my family made their journey from Italy to the United States.

Social class from a sociological perspective refers to a group of people of who share similar status, levels of power and wealth. At the moment in my family I would say that a lower-middle class serves as a best representation of our socioeconomic status. A lower-middle class according to Rosside’s model, accounts for approximately thirty to thirty-five percent of the population. It includes less affluent professionals such as nurses and teachers. I based my family’s socioeconomic status on our moderate position when it comes to income, education, and occupation class.

1. Family Dollar Implementing a Retail Strategy Family Dollar is one of the fastest growing discount store chains in the United States. During the last ten years, more than 4,000 new stores have been added to the chain, of which over half were added in the last five years. The merchandising strategy that drives this growth provides customers with good values on basic merchandise for the family and home in a small-box, neighborhood format. Its merchandise is sold at everyday low prices in a no frills, convenient, self-service environment. Most merchandise is priced under $10.00. Stores are located in a contiguous 44-state area ranging northeast to Maine, southeast to Florida, as

I have grown up in an American, Caucasian, middle-class family of five. My parents have been married for 29 years and have two daughters and a son. My sister is 27, my brother is 25, and I am 20. My family has had many great experiences, but has also faced various challenges. Throughout our different experiences, our family dynamic has developed.

In the eyes of my neighbors and my parent’s restaurant customers, my father, mother, older sister, younger brother, and I were the epitome of the perfect family. From the outside looking in, we were loving, supportive, happy, and accepting. However, their image of my family did not fit my own. Despite the hugs and kisses my father gifted my siblings and me, he was both physically and verbally abusive towards my mother. Strained silences and an uncomfortable feigned sense of normalcy were all consequences of his anger.

My parents come from a Christian background; religion has influenced our behaviors and attitude. Our family values our cultural identities. They like socializing with people and attending neighborhood gatherings. Even though we lived in a quiet neighborhood with people from other ethnic backgrounds, my parents always attended functions

I grew up in a household slightly different from the average household. This abnormal household showed me that no matter the family unit someone can have a positive influence in their life that will push them to achieve their goals. We lived in Maryland so the cost of living was high my parents had to work multiple jobs. This means my brother and I really had little to none parental or supervision growing up. I am only four years younger than my brother so I would hang with his crowd of friends rather than mine. In my household, my mother’s niece, Monet lived with us she is about ten years older than my brother. When my brother and I would wake up and I would be the only person in the house. I can remember waking up and smelling the freshly cooked waffles and bacon downstairs. Monet was my mother’s brother, daughter. Monet became so close to my brother Avery and I she was almost as if she was our sister. I can remember growing up and she would always say, “You don't have to take the route I took, its many more exits on the highway.” Even though I was young I was not blind to the fact of Monet role in the community and her neighborhood job I never judged her, she did what she had to do to make ends meet. It was an experience every day, or anytime being with Monet. She was so popular around Maryland it was almost like everywhere we went we received respect love. Now that I look back at the past, I see that Monet has taught me a lot that I know and live by today. I could

To make a pizza, the dough has to be kneaded evenly, the sauce spread sparingly, and the toppings placed perfectly. As an elementary school kid, it became an afterschool pastime to spend my time listening to my dad tell me stories of his childhood while he made pizzas at Domino’s for customers. Sometimes, if I was lucky, he let me create my own. As he made pizzas, he told me stories of his childhood in Vietnam and how he grew up engineering his own toys and the loving relationships he had with his siblings. He told me about his fishing trips, the warmth of home made Vietnamese food, and his adventures in the warm city of Saigon. He painted this picture that life was a green meadow with warm suns to frolic on happily until we die.