My Grandmother Essay

My great-grandmother was raised by her mom, dad, and other relatives. She, and many cousins, were raised up as brother and sister in a close-knit family. Harriett Marshall, my great-grandmother, was born in Saltillo, Tennessee on January 7, 1931. She has lived through many trying times. It is a blessing to live through so many events that changed the nation, even the world. She has lived through the following events and many more: The Great Depression, World War II, the historic signing of Jackie Robinson, Brown v. Board of Education, the Civil Rights movement and many more.

While, my mother has also been a significant individual in my life, my grandmother has always been my confidant, someone I could go to whenever I was confused or needed guidance, and she always had the answers. Whether it was putting alcohol on a scrapped knee or lending a shoulder to cry on, I could count on her to be there during my most precious moments. The tough love has also

In 1974, my mother, and her lower class family, emigrated from Canada to New City, New York. They moved frequently back and forth between various American and Canadian cities due to my grandfather’s lack of finding long-term employment; he has a book filled with pages upon pages of business cards and papers recording his numerous previous employers. Eventually, my grandfather found a steady job in print, working for the New York Times in 1985, my grandmother opened her own bookstore for a brief period in time, and my mother and her siblings all attended and graduated from four-year colleges. The entire family continues to retain sole Canadian citizenship. As improved a life they have been provided, not all immigration stories have such a happy ending. Most immigrant families coming from south of the United States border, in the same financial situation as my mother and her family had been, will not have such luck. They are stuck in a paradox of stereotypes, between being perceived by the suburban white family as “lazy” or “taking all of our jobs.” Why is it that we turn a blind eye to our neighbors to the north, as if they collectively live up to the stereotype of unfaltering niceness? Though much has been said about these immigrants coming to the United States from Latin America, very little attention is being paid to the immigrants coming from Canada and Western Europe due to prejudice.

Honor the Grandmothers takes a look at four Dakota and Lakota women who offer to share the stories of their lives to the reader. It is a heartfelt look into their hardships through racism, to their ongoing battle to pass along the rich history of their ancestors while fighting poverty on the reservation.

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

Growing up was not such an easy task for me. There came a time where I needed support far more than anyone person could provide, except for one, she was exceptional she was my rock, she held my world together she is my Grandmother. My Grandmother was not just my Grandmother; she was also my friend, my provider, and my savior because without her I would have more than likely taken a very wrong path in life.

I was driving home from my uncle's cabin by the boundary water up north with him my grandma and my two younger cousins, about an hour in my grandma got a phone call and started crying and i heard her talking about my mom and some sort of brain injury, once she got off the phone about 15 minutes later she told me what happened to her and that she had a brain aneurysm she explained what it was because I had no idea what that was and how bad it could be, after she told me what it was I could not help but look it up on my phone and that was a horrible decision because the first thing that I saw that it was a 50% death rate, after I saw that I could not help but start crying and thinking what would happen if my mom would die. The last 5 hours of that car ride felt like forever. When I got to the hospital later that day, I saw my whole family there and my moms friend that were there when it happened, My dad said she was going through surgery right when i got there.

So my grandma had brain cancer and I remember that i was with my other grandma at grandpa to get away from all of the stress. my mom called and she said that my great aunt Betty walked in to see her and my grandma took her very last breath. I started i was packing up to leave to go see her, it was a long pitiful ride, it took 45 minutes to get back to grand rapids, we were in kalamazoo. sometimes I think that i wanted to be there but it would be even harder for me. I know deep inside me that all things happen for a reason, she got taken out of all of her pain.

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.

What can one say about their mother? One may talk about her positive and negative

I often wondered if my mother would have chosen to immigrate to the United States of America, after repatriating to Holland, to begin a new life from absolutely nothing but the clothes on our backs for the second time, if my parents had stayed together. Was it their divorce that inspired Mom to lead us on our path to prosperity? Eventually I understood that my Mom’s ultimate motivation was her vision of a brighter future for her family, regardless of her marital status. In Holland, Mom could not bare to watch her mother be the sole breadwinner and living off a Dutch government's subsidized income was equally unacceptable. Following Aasje’s death, Evie observed Oma, overcome with grief, lose her spirit, and she aspired for a better life

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.

My grandmother has a very softhearted voice that I still hear telling me goodnight when we were little. She would wait with us until we fell deep asleep. And even as we got older she would gather us around the kitchen table and let us watch the old fashioned ice cream maker churn the best vanilla ice cream and then she would load it up with chocolate chips, and our parents would always say, "That's too many.", and grandmother just let us keep piling them on. My grandmother is the kind, gentle, loving, caring grandmother that I wish my children could experience today.

Of course you always hear people talking about how great their grandmother or grandfather are, I too feel the same way about my grandmother. I see her as more than my grandmother, she’s a role mole, my best friend and also like a sister when I need her. She’s always been a loving and caring person. Not for only her friends and family, but also strangers. People she has never met a day in her life she would be willing to go give her last too. You don’t find to many people like her too often.

Some people have grandparents, and others don’t. I am so incredibly blessed to have a grandma that is so caring in my life. Unfortunately, I don’t get to see this loving person very often. She lives in Canada alongside the rest of my family. When I lived in Michigan my parents, brother, and I owned a trailer in Canada that we would go to all the time. In 2012, we moved to Ohio, so we had to sell the trailer. My grandma comes to visit us around three times a year, and we go down to see her on some holidays. I have grown to appreciate her more and more. I hear a lot of people say they love their grandparents, so I ask them, “Why?” I get many responses like, “They give me the best Christmas presents!” or “They make really good food!” My grandma does this, too, but there’s so much more than that. She teaches me how to speak with love, encourages me to put in effort, and helps me realize that the little things matter.