My Family Story : A Grandmother's Tale

My subject is my aunt, Florence Lucey. She is a 65-year-old female, who identifies with her gender. She is a white, heterosexual, Catholic, Italian woman who has lived in Connecticut for her entire life. She currently lives in Weston, CT, in the home that she has lived in for the past 20 years. Florence has been married twice; she was widowed in 2003 and remarried in 2014. She has one sister, Donna, my mother, and 4 kids, all who are out of the house. I was able to gather my information over facetime and received real-time data coverage. I will be referring to my subject as Florence throughout this paper.

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

Mary Harris Jones was born in Ireland in 1837, she came from a long line of freedom fighters. Mary’s father was a laborer on a railway construction crew. He went to Canada and prepared citizenship for his family. Mary was raised in Toronto, Canada and learned to be a dressmaker and a teacher. When Mary was twenty she earned her teaching certificate and moved to Michigan. She was a teacher there for eight months before moving to Chicago to become a dressmaker. Mary then moved to Tennessee, met her husband George jones and continued teaching.

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 met this incredible woman late in my life. She happened to come into my life once my mom married her son. She always had something interesting to say about her life. When this paper was discussed in class I knew who exactly I was going to write about. Here is the story of Teresa Torres:

"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.

2) My second object is grandmother's medicine. My grandmother is a good doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. The most of time, my grandmother made medicine by herself. In my city, a lot of people ask grandmother for help made medicine because my grandmother's medicine is very useful for stomachache. So my grandmother help them, lots of people was very appreciated, and they always help my grandmother when grandmother have some problem. By this thing I learned if I am a well-disposed and kind person, help others, and I'll be helped.

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.

It all began when I was about five years old, having sleepovers in my great grandma’s room. She loved telling stories and playing dress up with me. In her room she kept a lot of pillows on her bed. She had fancy pillows in a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and textures. Every time I entered her room, she would allow me to jump around on the bed filled with pillows. All that jumping around and having all that fun felt amazing, and that's when I fell in love with one of her pillows and named it Bobby.

I wish my parents would have taken me with them, to go take care of Grandma. Instead they decided to leave me with their elderly neighbor Rosa Parks. She's actually a really nice lady, she's just not my parents. Although even my Mama can't make sugar cookies as well as she can, there soft and buttery and delicious. She promised me when I got here earlier this morning that she was going to tell me a story from her life every night. So here I am sitting on her coach waiting as she searches for a picture of her grandfather. I'm not exactly sure why. Finally she comes back from searching through her drawers and sits next to me on the couch. “ This is a picture of my grandfather,” she told me. “ We moved to live with him in 1915 when I was

From chapter 1 i read that their grandmother died in the spring . Also They were trying to survive because of all the things that were going to happen they didn’t want to face war . All though grandmother lived out her long life in the shadow of Rainy Mountain the immense landscape of the continental interior lay like memory in her blood . They got kicked from their lands and got the Sun Dance Doll and that give them disrespect and took their honor . They acquired the sense of destiny meaning courage and pride .They lost the Sun Dance Doll and that was their symbol of their worship . They felt discouraged and lost their tribe . They also acquired their ancient nomadic spirit was suddenly free of the ground . No longer were they slaves to the

I remember it like it was yesterday, even though I was only three. We were all at home;

The past can tell more than the future. I interviewed my grandma about her past. She was born on August 5, 1959. My Grandma became the oldest of three brothers. At school, she considered herself an A - B student. Her hobbies were painting ceramics, reading and playing. After school Grandma would play hide and seek or follow the leader. Her favorite toys were metal slinky and her very own bike. She loved play in the pool or hide closet where her brothers couldn’t find her. When my Grandma was 13 she rode horses and trained a dog for 4H. She moved eight times in her life land her brothers became her friends. Then life happened to her and she had 2 kids and became a grandma. I asked her how my mom and uncle differed. They are very different

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.