My Grandmother - Original Writing

The short story “Everyday Use (For Your Grandmama)” by Alice Walker, analyzes the lives of a woman by the name of Dee or Wangeroo, as well as her mother and sister. Walker mainly focuses on Dee concerning her search for self-identity and connection to her African roots. Dee endeavors to trace her African roots by educating herself which she successfully achieves by moving away from her family. Dee feels that her family needs to reconstruct themselves as they have a history of oppression. She also feels that they are carrying on the legacy of oppression by staying at the house in which they reside and not educating themselves. One of the many themes portrayed in Walker’s story is education. She pinpoints the value of education and the

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

My mother, Lisa Dawn Hicks Kern, was born at Wadley Regional Medical Center, Texarkana, TX, on Sunday, June 15, 1969. Her father, James Kenneth Hicks, was 28 at the time of my mother’s birth; he was employed at Red River Army Depot as an electrical engineer. Her mother, Sharon Lee Clark Hicks, was 25 when my mother was born, at the time she was the home maker. My mother had an older sister who was a four year old toddler at the time of my mother’s birth. Kimberly Ann Hicks was born at Wadley Regional Medical Center, Texarkana, TX, on Monday, August 30, 1965.

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

A year of having little contact with my grandparents, and only one visit that winter for Christmas. My grandpa David’s mother, Dorothy Grell, passes away March 18, 2014. I never knew Dorothy so I do not refer to her as my great grandmother. My mother has always explained that grandpa’s family doesn’t get along. My grandpa knew about the family’s arrangements, but did not contact my mother, but instead my mother’s second cousin reached out to her on facebook. My mother contacted my grandparents. The funeral was held in Holstein, and my mother was the only member of David’s family to be present. My grandparents did not make the effort to go to the funeral. However on March 23 my grandparents did visit Holstein without informing my mother.

O'Connor’s incorporation of tone allows the reader to understand that the feelings made by the environment and characters are important to the theme of the story due to its effect specifically on the grandmother. At the beginning of the story when the family invites the grandmother on a road trip to Florida, she begins to complain stating that “the children have been to Florida before... You all ought to take them somewhere else for a change so they would see different parts of the world and be broad” (O’Connor 501 ). This tone from the grandmother can be portrayed as bossy and authoritative even though she attempts to disguise it with an excuse of bettering her grandchildren even though the family did not have to invite her on the trip. The

People need to stand up and show courage when they are being bullied. The theme of Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry By Mildred Taylor is when Stacey shows courage in many different ways by helping T.J. by staying behind in the bushes when T.J. took the pearl handled pistol and R.W. and Melvin snitched on him. Another act of courage Stacey showed is when he had to hold Jack back, which is when the Wallace's tried to shoot Papa, and the gunfire startled Jack and Stacey couldn’t hold him back anymore, then Stacey ended up blaming himself. Stacey’s actions showed that he was the type of person that loved his family and always wanted to help others. Are you willing to stay behind risking your life for someone else?

I don’t know what’s coming down with Aunt Anna, but before we come to see you Thursday, I think you need to know a few things. PLEASE, you cannot let her know I’ve told you anything. She is very much afraid I’m taking over her life. Well, I thought that part of being her Power of Attorney was to take care of her. I don’t know where any of this is coming from so we have to be very careful. She and mother would argue and not speak to each other for years, I can’t have that happen. I think some of these crazy thoughts are coming from a retired friend from Piedmont, but not sure.

One summer morning, the aroma of breakfast sausages lured me into the cabin’s kitchen, the place of great food and even greater messes.

One central idea developed in a letter to my daughter is that forgiveness, acceptance and moving on are the milestones to a better life.

Have you ever heard about poetry? Poetry is when you express your feelings and ideas by using a distinctive style and rhythm in a story. In my class we do poetry. Sometimes it can be difficult to understand. We also have to know how to read a poem because it is not like a story. What poems do you like? The poems I read were Winter by Nikki Giovanni, The Rider by Naomi Shihab Nye, and The Courage That My Mother Had by Edna St. Vincent Millary. These works are all very different from each other.

She had passed on Sunday June 30th and the funeral home wasn’t able to receive the body until the end of the week because they had to wait on the medical examiner to release her body thus ruling out a homicide. It felt like my insides was being twisted as I waited to find out the results of the autopsy to find out the cause of death. It came to light that she had passed due to a blood clot that travelled to her heart causing to go into cardiac arrest. The passing of my aunt hurt me deeply because I had just seen her a couple of days ago with my mother and she had taken a picture of her, which had turned out to be the last picture of my aunt alive. Every time I wish I could go see my aunt I just look at the picture; however, it was like playing the devil’s advocate because I was also in the last picture of

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.

According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of wisdom is the “knowledge that is gained by having many experiences in life.” Not only can wisdom be gained from a specific field of study (i.e. organic chemistry in chemistry) but also can be gained by experiencing life’s encounters. Individuals that have the most life encounters or experiences about life would be the elderly because they have lived through several different decades of drastic cultural and historical events. These different cultural and historical events have shaped their lives to become a well-rounded individual that can pass down wisdom to the younger generations to allow them to effectively live their life to the fullest. My grandmother, Ann was the individual that I had talked to about wisdom, in which her responses were interesting.

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.