My Grandmother - Original Writing

My mother taught me a kaleidoscopic range of lessons: how to cook, how to forgive, but above all, how to live.

Anytime we meet someone who my Grandma has taught, they always remember her and the mark that she placed on their life. She has turned children whom most people had given up hope on, into individuals who are now able to be productive members of society. Her reprimanding of students has formed many well-rounded individuals, her authoritative voice still rings though my ears now, “Are you talking in my line!” or “Do you think you’re the boss of this classroom?” I wasn’t ever on the receiving end of those words, nonetheless I always knew that she only did it for the betterment of she mentored.

It seems as if you can take a lot of people in your life for granted, not really acknowledging all the things they have done for you and others. In a lot of cases, mainly for kids, it seems that your grandmother always has just been there for you, never truly realizing what they have done for everyone. Heck, without her I wouldn’t even exist. The Measure of a human being is shown by true love for others and themselves, and that

My grandmother was an amazing cook which allowed her to cook meals for profit. She also learned how to sew – making her own clothes and used this skill to profit as well. My grandmother tried her best and that was the important part. She provided wisdom, sense of security and support despite her mishaps. A woman who saw beyond her struggles to attain peace.

Everyone goes through rough patches in their life. Some of these patches are easy to accomplish and easy to get over. Our medicine has gotten better over time, but years ago the survival rate wasn’t that good. My grandma whose name is Linda is a breast cancer survivor and also survived with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Not everyone in this world can say she has have survived cancer this many times, especially with such low survival rates. My Grandma still puts a smile on everyone faces even when she’s in pain. She makes all of her children and grandchildren beautiful quilts, so we can have something to remember her by, if something were to happen. She loves to bake. There isn’t one occasion that there won’t be some type of desert made by her. She has so many beautiful talents.

(Transition): Now that you have all got to know my grandmother, I am going to take a few moments to tell all the good that she did. II. Main point 2: My grandmother was a loving and caring woman. If she had to give someone her all, she would give it to them with no questions being asked.

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

Back in the days, my wonderful Grandmother died in 1980 and left a few things around. My Mother went to her house to find out what she left in her house. I wasn’t born then but my mom told me what happened we really miss our grandmother and how she made us laugh and cry at some times. When my grandmother was alive she used to tell us how slavery was back in the days. We used to actually cry when she told us that we couldn’t believe how they use to get treated back in the days .My grandmother was a helping kind lady that helped us when she could that was the only person that looked out for us. She was the best in the world I know everybody else in the world wish they still have they grandmother. Whenever we didn’t have anything to eat my grandmother would make us something

My grandma, whom we call Lola, had always been an exceptional woman. As an immigrant from the Phillipines, she sought new, exciting things; which was present in New York City. Lola loved being in the moment and helping others. In the city, she worked as an entertainment manager for a nursing home. Her pleasure in bringing joy to a gloomy place was incredible. A loving grandma, she always found a way to commute to New Jersey to see my family and I. She always made my day with her witty jokes. Lola’s smile would illuminate the whole room the moment she walked in.

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

She taught us how to pray. My grandmother had 13 children and my mother is her second to last child with a different father from her other children. My mother’s father (grandfather) had seven children. With this large family, I have lots of aunts, uncles, grand aunts, grand uncles, and countless numbers of cousins from different generations. Some of us are very close and know each other while some of us are distant and doesn’t communicate. We used to go to the country in the summer and on Easter break to spend time with my family on my mom’s father side of the family. My childhood experiences have taught me a lot about family. The experience of living in the same yard has taught me to stick with my family no matter what. Even though food and clothes were scarce, my family would share with each other and if one person has food, then we all would eat. We learned to utilize and appreciate the little we did have. Things weren’t as civilized in my neighborhood, but I learned to appreciate the smallest things and be grateful for what we did have.

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.

Often times when I was younger my mother would drop me off at my Grandmother’s house over the summer to help her around the house while she went to work. My Grandmother owned one computer ,two large T.V sets and one very large yard full of weeds. One day my Grandmother dragged me out to help her de-weed the ground surrounding a potential flowerbed, and being the six year old I was announced my disdain for outdoor work and my preference of watching Scoobydoo and Spongebob. Ten minutes into the de-weeding process my Grandmother starts up anecdotes of her childhood and how her mother made her work outside and in the end it ultimately helped her build character, and by working outside I was building character. And when I look back on it now I

My grandmother loved to travel and see the world. Her and her girlfriends traveled many places but the one place they loved was the Bahamas. They visited 4 years straight, that they began to know the natives. My grandmother was getting old but you wouldn’t notice because she was always doing something, traveling, sailing, gardening, working word search or crossword puzzle books, fixing a roof top or installing a kitchen sink. Out of all the hobbies she had, she took pride in her yard, her flower garden, her grass. Her yard was featured in a magazine as one of the most beautiful yards in the neighborhood; she did all the work herself. I believe my grandmother began to slow down when she started to have problems with her back and had back surgery after that she was never the same; her health began to decline slowly. For many years she only was seeing out of one eye, no one knew because she kept going. She would say as long as I have one good eye I am blessed. She never wanted anyone to take care of her she was more concerned about her family than herself. She continued to help until she was unable to

My grandmother, Esther Turner, has impacted my life in more ways than just simply being there for me, as a grandmother. She’s much more than that, in my eyes. Being the eldest of three, I’ve always taken on more responsibility as the older sister. It was my job to show my little brother and sister which paths were safe to take in this wild, confusing maze called life. At times, I felt like a mother myself, and at a young age, I found myself slightly intimidated by all the responsibilities that were laid on my shoulders. The main person I could talk to freely and openly, without judgment, was my grandmother. We have always been able to speak to each other about any and everything, nothing was off limits. That’s what I think brought us so close, the fact that she accepted me entirely for the person I presented to her.