My Family Heritage : A Tradition Or A Person 's Background Essay

An individual’s heritage is about his culture, history or personal experiences it is important to recognise and respect them because it is what makes him individual and unique. If we know them we provide a person centre care and focus on individual’s choices and preferences, he will then feel valued and included.

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

In Alice Walker's "Everyday Use," the message about the preservation of heritage, specifically African-American heritage, is very clear. It is obvious that Walker believes that a person's heritage should be a living, dynamic part of the culture from which it arose and not a frozen timepiece only to be observed from a distance. There are two main approaches to heritage preservation depicted by the characters in this story. The narrator, a middle-aged African-American woman, and her youngest daughter Maggie, are in agreement with Walker. To them, their family heritage is everything around them that is involved in their everyday lives and everything that was involved in the lives of their ancestors. To

The word migration can have a very different meaning to each individual. In the dictionary it is defined as the movement of people from one country or locality to another. I now see the word with such a deeper meaning no only is it the group of people moving, but in fact how they moved and the struggles they had to go through. Before I sat down with both of my parent and asked them about my “roots” I had no idea how difficult migration from Mexico to the US was for both of my parents families. I never took the time to listen to little details on how exactly they ended up in this country. After I took the time to listen to my elder relatives and parents talk about how they use to

Our heritage is a legacy of culture, which makes us comparative or diverse to others. I have read a little bit a text where a person explaining his story of the day he became a black. Maybe he was a white person, who does not look like a black person. Therefore when he told in his class, that his parents were from Africa. It was a surprise for his friends because he was looked different from the American peoples. It can tell us, that the culture we are living in, can influence us to be similar to them.

The call was from the hospital. We suspected something horrible had happened. I started crying right there. My mom turned the car around and sped back to Good Samaritan hospital. At around 1:15 my mom and I rushed into the hospital and ran back onto the floor that he was on. My mom got there first, she stopped in the doorway and that’s when I knew something was wrong. I started to sob harder. I fell to the floor sobbing into my hands. When I heard my Grandma cry out in anguish, I knew it was all over for my Grandpa. I

Where have I come from and where do I fit in to my world now? Through examining my personal heritage, I am seeking to answer a broad question with many potential answers. The answer that I give at any particular time relates to how I am thinking of the question itself. For example, if I had been thinking of the question in terms of location, my answer would differ from the one I would give should I have been thinking of the question in regards to my core values. In the next few pages, I will attempt to explain a bit about different aspects of my heritage and how they relate to the heritage of the person my learning team interviewed this week, Roftin Reginald, who was born and raised in India.

Hogan’s “Heritage” is a poem about accepting life, learning from experiences, and growing as an individual. It’s about maintaining focus on the important things in life; not getting caught up in the small, frivolous things.

Cultural Heritage is a concept that is passed on from one generation to the next that depicts how people live, act, behave, or think. It can be a noticeable or vague manifestation. It includes various customs, traditions, practices, values and belief (ICOMOS, 2002). Heritage can be identified through relics, structure, sceneries, foodstuffs, clothing, linguistic and religious ceremonials. Cultural heritage is important to civilization and is needed

I consider myself an American. I have an ethnic background that originates from Poland, Germany, Ireland, and France. Therefore, I am an American with influences (ancestry) from four different countries. If you were to see me I am certain that you would not be able to nail down one specific ethnic background. I have an olive skin tone, hazel eyes, oblong shaped head, and am 5’9” tall. My last name; Kohler, is German. My mother’s last name is McLoughlin and is obviously, Irish. My paternal grandmothers name was Poblocki and is Polish and my maternal name was Lange and is French. None of my grandparents came over “on the boat”. I am an American crossbred that identifies mostly with the Polish ethnicity.

“I… also lost my sister.” I felt shock entering my face, whether it registers on the outside or not. My Aunt Lily and I were both put in the same room. We were both trapped in the same walls of the situation, thoughts, and feelings, yet I had been unknowing of her presence in it until now. Now she was by side, offering comfort, whether I deserved it or not, for she is

My brother my mom and I had just came from our grandmothers birthday. Running to the doorstep, laughing and relieved to be home. Mom was on her phone, rustling through her bag for the keys to the house, speaking in a calm tone. Then like a canary in a coal mine she stopped talking and hung up abruptly. Staring blankly at a silhouette on a man approaching us. A car was parked by the curb with another man sitting inside. The man about 10 feet from us, but it seemed closer. It felt like the man was towering over me

My family’s history comes from Sierra Leone on my father’s side and Trinidad and Tobago on my mother’s. I grew up in Trinidad and Tobago and this is where my family currently resides. According to my grandfather on my mother’s side our ancestors came to Trinidad and Tobago when slaves were brought over from Africa to work on plantations. It is believed that they either arrived when the Spanish inhabited the islands of Trinidad and Tobago or brought their enslaved Africans or when the British took control of the islands and brought in numerous slaves from Africa. According to my father it is likely that his ancestors were forced into slavery and possibly transported around the world to work on plantations.

Michael Halloran (2004) proposes that culture as a diverse and complex system of shared and interrelated knowledge, practices and signifiers of a society, provides structure and significance to groups within that society which subsequently impact the individual’s experience of their personal, social, physical and metaphysical worlds (p.5). Halloran (2004) theorizes that cultural maintenance is key to increasing the health and well-being of Aboriginal Australians whereby he suggests that culture provides collectively validated ways to think of and value oneself, further arguing that culture helps to suppress fundamental human existential anxieties about social isolation produced by our mortality awareness. Emile Durkheim (Marks, 1974) identifies anomie as being without law or norms, similarly, D.J Spencer (2000)

     Unlike many other kids at the age of seven I had already begun to face the subject of diversity. I learned at a young age that kids can be cruel. It is hard to recall exactly how many nights I prayed that I would wake up with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I was too young to understand my deep-rooted family history, and why I looked different from many of the other kids at my elementary school. Several years later as a seventh grader, I was still struggling with my appearance.