My Grandmother 's Home And Family Life

AT’s grandmother was abandoned and divorced by three husbands. Her fourth husband helped her raise her two

Right across the street, five steps, five hops, and 2 giant steps that was all it took for me to get to my grandmas house from my front door to her front door, it was that easy. One glance out the window to make sure her small tan explorer was in there driveway and it was off to grandma's house, the place where most of my childhood memories formed,the place that was so old it traveled from Kentucky to Missouri with my grandparents, the place that meant a lot to me.

I enjoyed reading your interview with your Grandmother, she sounds so much like my Grandmother. How she grew up also sounds a lot like how I grew up, just different times. We didn’t have a lot of money but we were happy. My Mother worked her whole life and still works today, she had lots of trouble raising four children until she met my Dad who adopted us. I remember we were getting canned food delivered to our trailer at one point before she met my Dad. It all changed when my Dad found my Mom and married her and took on all four of us. For some reason, I couldn’t help but to remember making mud pies and building forts in our yard. That was one thing we did have was a huge back yard with a fence, so we would pretend the yard was our ocean full of sharks. We would climb around the fence and if we fell, we got eaten by the sharks. For some reason this interview made me think of those great memories.

Family dynamics have changed in many ways over the past fifty to one hundred years. Recreational activities, including hobbies and holidays have changed as the “small world” seemed to expand with inventions of things like vehicular transportation and the internet. The development and sharing of ideas that resulted from increased communication over geographical areas led to changes in some values and beliefs over the years. Economic atmospheres have fluctuated, and with this so did employment opportunities. My paternal grandmother died when I was very young. Complicated relationships between my paternal grandfather and his family lead to a level of estrangement. Unfortunately, these reasons meant that I had little communication or relationship with the eldest members of my father’s family. Instead, over time, the relationships with my mother’s side flourished. For the purposes of this assignment, the maternal side of my family will be discussed.

The 110 degree air hits my body as i walk out of the Miami florida airport where a bus is waiting for me and everybody else that is going to get a car to rent. I get excited and want to do as much as i can with my family

I found myself quickly pacing in and out of the aisles lined with the tiered towers. I entered an aisle just to exit seconds later as a new idea conquered my thoughts. My mind barely able to focus on one thing as I scanned rapidly from top to bottom and side to side in each row. The wooden shelves lined with scrapbook paper, each piece with its own pattern and color scheme. I guess I should explain why I’m in this place running around like this.

Some adults experience new responsibilities and challenges in life when they encounter a loss; I encountered this as a child. The year was 2014 and it was the hardest year of my life. It was a beautiful, sunny day on August 3; however this day was a tragic one that I will never forget. Some think of their grandma as just a relative; mine was my other half, my best friend, my hero, and I could never be the same without her. This depressing event affected me greatly, and now it is difficult for me to live my life without her. My new responsibilities were devastating and challenging, but if it meant helping my grandma, I would have done anything. Those times were lovely with her, but now I must take on the responsibilities of my mother, and

Every household has its own individual characteristics that make it functional, while portraying the family. For the private residential space, I decided to focus on my aunt’s house. The space has a slight rustic theme throughout and utilizes natural products in every room. I choose to focus on the kitchen/dining room of this home because it is the center of this household where everyone tends to congregate.

Throughout my childhood my family made a habit of visiting my grandparents’ home as often as we could. At six years old, I can remember getting excited on the short, fifteen minute drive to their house as I sat in my pink floral car seat with my most recent creation from first grade art class laying on my lap. As my father was driving, I would try to recall and make mental lists of all of the stories I intended to share with my grandparents as soon as walked in their door. However, I rarely got past my second anecdote before my grandmother would offer me a sample of her latest baking experiment. Being a six-year-old with a quite a sweet tooth, I could never refuse her offer. I always left my grandparents’ home with two things: my grandmother’s rosy lipstick mark on my forehead and a bag of sweets in my hands.

As I am listening on the phone to my family history learning where and who I come from, I suddenly realize why I am the way I am. I could imagine my grandmother looking out over the plantation at the sugarcane and soybean fields telling me about all the generations that grew up there. She was painting a clearer image of my ancestors as the minutes passed. The land has changed with time, as the lives of the many women who have lived there; however, their love for the land has endured. That love and passion has shaped my family into who we are today. Owning the Riverlake Plantation over the generations has given my family a chance to raise strong, independent people who will grow up to do something extraordinary with their life.

I never met her in my life before and only heard her voices through the phone. I knew how important she was to my family because after all she's my grandma; however, I couldn't connect with her. She lived 7,739 miles across the world in the province in Fuzhou,China from me. I knew nothing about Fuzhou, China besides the fact that it was located in the southeast. On Tuesday, June 25th 2013, I made the journey to finally join her and experiences a completely different lifestyle. There I end up learning a valuable lesson that still strongly influences my identity today.

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’s house has a very special place in my heart. As the family has gotten older and we have all had our own children we do not visit as we should. I visited with my grandmother many times when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the back door of her house you would notice a long, narrow kitchen that led into the main living and dining room of her house. The smell of food home cooked food was quite evident. Grandmother cooked every day and always cooked big meals on holidays for the family.

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When I was seventeen I decided to move out of my mother’s house. Thinking it would be the best for me, dropping out of high school with only one semester to go. In moving out I made some unwise choices. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and picking up some not so good habits. I met a guy who oi thought would take care of me and have a decent life ahead of me, how wrong was I. I got into some hard times going through day to struggling with money and a drug addiction. I enjoyed partying and drinking. I avoided visiting my family for the same reasons. I knew what I was into and didn’t want my family to know how bad off I really was. This was hard for me because I had created this environment for myself and I wasn’t proud of it at all.