My Family Story : My Great Grandmother

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.

It was near the end of winter 2005, when my grand-aunt suddenly fell ill. In a short period of time her illness worsened and the doctors informed my family, my grand-aunt only had a couple of months to live. The news was devastating to my family as we watched a vivacious, independent, and outspoken woman, who enjoyed shopping, reading mystery novels and spending time with family become very weak and confined to her bed. Instead of placing my grand-aunt in a hospice facility, my family and I, with the assistance of a hospice nurse cared for my grand-aunt in her home until her passing.

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take boat to ramp to get it to the campsite

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

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.

For this week it was still a struggle for my grandma Bonnie to recall events. We were on the phone for about 10 minutes and it felt like she was disappointed that she was unable to recall her childhood at this stage. I decided to ask if she could tell me a story about any of my aunts or my dad again. My grandma wanted to tell me a story about my dad what she believed was when he was at the age of four or five. At this time my grandma had her hands full, she had five children, two who were recently born (twins) from her story of my dad. She went on to tell me it could be a struggle at times because my grandpa served our country and was always away while she stayed at home with the children living on an Airforce base. To lighten up on the

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

My family wind up in this country by my parents. They came here because they wanted some money and in Mexico there wasn’t so much jobs. My parents came by immigration. MY mom lived in a pueblo. IT was just a little town. There wasn’t much work there. Where my dad lived was in a pueblo as well. My dad parents died so he didn’t have much money. My mom came here in 1917 by legs. MY parents did come by choice so they could start a new life instead in Mexico.

Millions of stories exist of people who forget to tell their loved ones how much they mean to them, or those who forget to thank others that help them. There was a time in my life where I became more grateful towards others and learned to appreciate everything done for me even if the reasons for it were unclear. When I saw the way my Aunt Estela lived, everything immediately changed for me. She dedicated her entire life and worked selflessly until the end to ensure that her family was taken care of, yet was taken for granted.

When a loved one passes, everyone says that they wish they had spent more time with them. The passing of my great-grandmother made me realize that spending time with family is extremely important, otherwise you might regret it when something happens to them. We spent a surprising amount of time with my great-grandma, even though she lived in Arizona, and I am extremely grateful that we did because her death was completely unexpected. She stayed in South Dakota briefly, and we took that opportunity to visit her, not thinking it would be the last time.

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.

“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it” (Maya Angelou). My grandmother, a sixty-year-old woman, with a mind-set of a thirty-year old, is one of the most intelligent, outgoing people I’ve ever met. Her ability to make everyone around her feel special amazes me because everyone loves her and so do I. My grandmother defines our family legacy as “One of a tradition and hard work. Overcoming obstacles that are faced in everyday life.” “Within a family that has values, honesty, integrity, a strong work ethic and religion.” “I was born on October 1, 1948, in Braidwood, Illinois.” I was raised in a middle class family where my father was an orphaned at age of twelve and had to help raise his siblings. As he got

The relationship between me and my grandmother was great in the beginning, but one day something happened that made it take a turn for the worse. Not too long ago, my grandma came to live with me and my family. At the time, my mother was pregnant with my little brother so it would be two new additions to our family. When she came, we had a great bond and got to know each other. But then an argument we had changed everything and our bond wasn’t the same after that day.

This is a story about my grandmother Stasia. Born in 1912, she survived two wars, one Soviet regime and some hardships of different kinds. I spent a lot time with her when growing up and I am attempting to convey the way she had to live under difficult circumstances. I am mostly and so far relaying on memories of my own and other members of my family. It makes me realize how much can be lost or altered in time. I wish I had asked her about many things, but youth has its own arrogance which proved to be an obnoxious obstacle!

I slowly got off my bed and made my way to the door. I opened it slowly so it didn’t make any noise. I examined the suitcase and dragged it to my room. I threw it on my bed and opened it. I looked around my room looking for things to pack. In the other room I heard a faint voice, It was my mother on the phone with someone. I quickly opened the door and ran to her room as quietly as I could. I recognized the voice, It was my grandmother. As much as I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to see grandma but not right now. I heard my mom pause and slowly get up and walk towards the door. I darted to my room but before i even touched the doorknob I felt my mother's presence right behind me.