My Grandmother 's Parents On My Dad 's Side Essay

As the oral stories were told, both sides of my family were a part of “The Great Black Migration” from the south during in the early part of the 20th century. My father’s family came from Maryland and mother’s family came from Virginia. They came north with the familiarization of the Pentecostal/Holiness church because that denomination was rooted in the south. In 1922, the Elder Fords and Spellmans became members of the mother church, The Mount Olive Holy Temple, located at Broad and Jefferson Street. Mount Olive Holy Temple was on the site of a Community Social Administration Building, now owned by Temple University. The church is now located at Broad and Oxford Street. In the nineteen fifty, my mother and father met at Mount Olive Holy Temple and soon married. From the day of my conception, my Holiness mother was “baptized, saved and filled with the Holy Ghost” which encoded me with the proclivity to be spiritually sensitive and intuitive when I crossed path with the religion of Vodou. It is the commitment/devotion; shouting/dancing; pouring out of the Holy Ghost/Loa Mounting

I look to Jesus Christ for guidance and strength in my everyday life. I pray to Him about how thankful I am, and I pray to Him about others around me. I look to Him to help me prepare and pass exams. I also ask Him to help others in whatever hardships they may be having. My family taught me about His message. My grandparents have contributed a great deal to my acceptance of Jesus Christ. One of my best memories is when my grandmother sat me down in church and we prayed to Jesus Christ to forgive our sins and to accept me. My grandparents are people that live by His word, and they try to spread His message everyday. They thank him everyday for the blessings in life that they have. My grandparents are very much involved in the Westwood Church community, and they have encouraged me to be too.

My family claims to be religious, but most are content with being “Sunday-morning” Christians. If it were not for my great-grandmother, I probably would be the same as the rest of my family. She was the only one who truly supported my later decision to pursue God instead of flirt around Christianity. I would go to services on Sunday mornings, but that was about as

Gramma had a unique faith, at least from my perspective. When Gramma’s cancer got to the point where she could no longer live alone and care for herself my parents and I moved into her home. She had the downstairs bedroom with a door into the living room, while my parents and I had the two bedrooms upstairs. Gramma’s room also had a door into the only bathroom, with its pull-chain toilet and claw foot tub and another door into the kitchen.

We practiced the Christian belief system on my mother’s side. Frequently, we would attend church with her or my grandparents. They would frequently drop us off in the youth group where they would attempt to teach us the religious practices via cartoons and coloring books. Our grandparents took us on every possible church event in the

The Catholic church is the one I grew up in. Attending the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has brought a fullness to my soul from the couple times I first went to the mass. I prayed everyday asking Heavenly Father if his plan for me is to be baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. My answer came to me when attending mass with one of the State Conference’s. As simple as I wish it was, challenges have come up ever since I have received this sign. My family tradition of the Catholic religion is causing difficulties in this decision, no matter how I explain why I am making this decision. Plans are changed; now when it will be the time I am of age to make these decisions thoroughly, I will get baptized. Even

At an early age my grandfather was raised in church and developed a remarkable relationship with God. He lived his life by the Bible and believed in every written word. My grandfather enjoyed volunteering at a local nursing home where he sang church hymns and ministered God's word. to the residents. A reasonable and understanding man he was who possessed an unconditional love for people no matter the

The reason I am the way I am today is due to cultural and personal factors. Cultural and personal factors include where I have been raised, how I was raised, and what I personally have experienced. Growing up, my grandfather was a preacher and I was raised as a Baptist. In middle school, I had a chance to explore other denominations such as Pentecostal. Everyone that I grew up with went to the same church except me. I got permission from my parents to start going to a Pentecostal church with my friends and I went to a Pentecostal church until I was in the eighth grade. After the eighth grade, I started going back to a Baptist church and haven’t looked back ever since. I am thankful that my parents gave me a chance to explore a different

When I started writing ‘Behind Familial Lines’ I was swept up a writers trance where I felt like I just could not stop. My mind was stopping, starting, changing, and cropping all sorts of ideas and scenarios which was absolutely fantastic as I felt like I was overcoming an emotional barrier in my writing experience; I defeated the voice inside of me which said that “writing is hard”, proving to myself just how flexible the story creation process can be. Alternatively, the pace at which the story was morphing in my imagination was making it difficult to pave a clear direction for the plot. I quickly realised that I had to calm myself down by asking myself what it was that I was trying to achieve by writing this story; upon centring my writing in this understanding, a mental filtering

My mother and father have countless siblings. My mom alone has eight. Everyone of my mother’s brothers and sisters live less than 30 minutes away. One of my mother’s sisters Marta is in fact my favorite aunt. My aunt Marta is the type of woman who is always cracking up a joke and laughing. What I love about her is that she’s always looking up for my mother who's kind nature at times makes others believe they can take advantage of her. My cousin Gladys, my aunt Marta’s youngest daughter, is my favorite cousin of all. We are both 20 years old and our closeness of age and similar sense of humor made us best friends. I truly couldn't have asked for a better cousin I love her very much and couldn’t be more excited to see what the future has in hold

The crunch of frozen grass could be heard a mile away at five o’clock in the morning. My grandpa and I whispered conversation as we strolled over to our favorite deer blind. We cautiously marched over sticks trying hard not to make any sounds. We eventually made it without spooking any deer and set our guns down, waiting for sunrise. These are the times I enjoy the most with my grandpa. It is a chance to sit back and enjoy life with one of my favorite people on this planet. Time goes slower in these moments. It gives us a chance to share conversation about anything. We swap stories from the past and I always seem to learn something new from my grandpa. Whether it be from advice he gives me or from an experience long ago, I’m always listening. Although our experiences may be different we still love to enjoy the same hobbies together, whether it’s woodworking, hunting, or time out on the lake; sharing life with my grandpa is priceless.

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another

. My dad’s father had other children, a son and a daughter, Dennis and Denise. They both have two children, one boy and a girl. Though my Aunt Denise son was killed in 2009. We all were pretty close when I was younger. I remember we all use to play together. Then we just disconnected and I’m not sure why. My uncle Dennis has a daughter, Samantha who is a year younger than me, we were in the same grade. We had reconnected years later in the eighth grade, being that we were in the same class together. We actually sat next to each other but didn’t speak to each other until middle school year. We become close and hung out all the time. We stop talking to each other about three years ago because I caught her in multiple lies, including talking and lying about my parents. I didn’t want to deal with her anymore after that. As of today, we still don’t speak but we recently became friends on Facebook and like and comment on each other’s pictures here and there. Other than that, that’s all I know about my dad’s side. It never made sense to me nor have I tried to figure out why. I feel like my mom side makes up for the lack there of on my dad’s side. On holidays my grandma Bertha and Uncle Charles do celebrate with my mom’s side and always has.

My grandmother’s parents on my dad’s side were Robert Ross Jr. and Hazel (Helen) Mayfield. Pentecostalism believes in the baptism of the Holy Spirit with the evidence of speaking in tongues which is what Robert Ross grew up believing. However, Robert and Helen decided to divorce soon after their children were born, and Robert remarried to a woman named Mary. Mary’s faith is in the Seventh Day Adventist church, so after marrying Mary; Robert converted to be a Seventh Day Adventist to adapt to Mary’s beliefs about diet and health as well as life in general. My great-grandmother, Helen on the other hand, is