My Family History: Rodolfo Silva Jr.

The first thing my Aunt did we arrived was to enroll me in the local Elementary school. My third-grade teacher who taught me and gave her dedication to

I am going to talk about Ana Rosales. She is from Mexico, her family moved to Big Sandy Texas 20 years ago. She is 22 years old in November she will be turning 23. There she attended Big Sandy School and graduated in 2015 from high school. After graduating she got accepted to the University of Texas at Tyler, she is majoring to be a pediatric nurse. She wants to continue school and become a doctor, so she can do doctors without borders. I met Ana this year and she has become a very special friend of mine.

My mother was lucky enough to win a lottery in Cote d’Ivoire that allowed for us to step up the ladder of developing and developed countries and immigrate to the United States of America. With her she brought her son, 8 at the time with no education. She brought her sister, 19 at the time with very little education. And she brought me, her daughter, all of 4 years old.

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

My mother and father are happily married and both were born and raised in South Carolina. Both my parents are blessed and have jobs they enjoy. My mother is a consultant for PayPal. My father is a pastor of a small church in Pittsboro. I have three siblings whom I’m pretty close two sisters (one older and one younger) and an older brother. Both of my older siblings are in college currently, while my sister is attending high school with me.

mother of four, who was born in Jackson, Mississippi during the Great Depression. Even though,

I was born on December 6, 1806 in Drummond town, Virginia. My father, John Wise died in 1812 and a year later, my mother, Sara Wise died leaving me an orphan. After my parents death’s my two aunts and my grandfather raised me. In 1822 I attended Washington university in southwestern Pennsylvania studying law and in 1825 I finished college. A few years later I moved to Nashville, Tennessee there I married Ann Eliza Jennings and we had four kids and in 1837 my wife Ann Eliza Jennings died.

I was born in Craven Community Hospital in New Bern North Carolina on Thursday, May 23,1991. Craven Community Hospital is the only hospital in New Bern, both of my parents born in the same hospital. New Bern is a very small city in North Carolina many people have never heard of it, a lot of my family on both sides still live there. Like most cities in North Carolina, they are retirement cities, everything moves slow down there and there isn’t much for young people to do. Due to this, my parents moved from New Bern when I was about six months old, we moved to Maryland with my grandmother, my mom’s mother. We lived with her until my parents were able to get their own place. My grandmother loved that we had

She became a mentor to me and someone I truly look up to and admire. My interest in pursuing my graduate degree at Rutgers has grown from my love for the college, its close proximity to home and fulfilling my mother’s wildest dream. I always knew that no matter what field I chose to be in, it needed to reflect the values my mother instilled in me, my upbringing in Ghana and social work embodied

When growing up, Maria lived in Cabo Verde but moved to Angola at the age of 11 after her mother died. She had 6 siblings when her mother passed away and her father decided to take them to Angola and start a new life. So she spent more than 15 years there until she met her husband, my

Here in Oregon is where the three of us became a family; mom, Jelly a.k.a. Angelica (my sister) and me. Years went by as we assimilated to life here in Oregon. My mother worked hard to give us kids everything we desired and needed, all the while trying desperately not to be her mother. At the time we were all unaware of how alike my mother and grandmother could be.

My mom Amber Peterson was born October 09, 1976, my mom was in a lot of hurricanes when she was younger but none destroyed where she lived, my mom finished all of her schooling but didn’t go to college because she had my sister, my mom comes from a family of eight her second oldest brother passed away a few years ago it was really hard on her because they were close to each other. My

Born in 1958, I was raised in an emotionally reserved, lower middle class family in a small industrial town in Indiana. I have one brother, five years older than myself.

I was born in Santa Ana California in 1951. I was the second of seven children. From a very young age I was my mother’s babysitter and helper. With each one of my mother pregnancys I took on more of my mothers house work. By the time I was in my junior year at high school I was cooking meals and washing the clothes every night and hanging them out, then removed them when I got home from school and start all over again.

My mother met my dad, Doug Krull when she was a junior in high school. They dated for a while and ended getting married. They then had three beautiful daughters, Allyssa, Megan, and Rebecca. My mom went to Northwestern College in Orange City, Iowa, to get her education