Pouring rain on the lush green foliage of Southwestern Mississippi marked my birthday; born April 3, 1938, on Poplar Hill Plantation in Jefferson County, Mississippi, the eighth of thirteen children. My parents, Willie Jackson and Sarah Whitney Jackson spent their entire lives in Jefferson County, born, baptized, married in 1926, died and their final resting place, the Poplar Hill Cemetery behind the church. Family stories of the experiences during the Civil War and reconstruction, seldom talked
My great grandparents mean the world to me and it was very hard for me when they started to become sick. They have inspired me to be the best I can be and to never give up. They were very nice and awesome people, a lot of people looked up to them, including me. They lived in Indiana which meant I didn’t get to see them a lot but when I did it was the best times of my childhood. When we would go over there, my cousins, my brother, and I would play with the stuffed animals they had and we would hang
My entire life I have lived with or in close proximity to my grandparents. I have had countless conversations with them through my life. But the older I noticed our conversations diminishing and becoming less frequent due to my busy schedule. When this assignment was introduced to me, I jumped at the opportunity to interview and reconnect with one of my grandparents. I decided on interviewing my grandmother because she is comfortable with english and our native language, tagalog. By speaking to someone
Many people only have the privilege of seeing their grandparents on birthdays and other holidays. Luckily for me, I see mine almost every week. My grandparents, specifically my mom's parents, have both played a large role in shaping me into the person I am today. My grandpa, or “Pa”, especially, has been more of a father to me than my own. He has held an essential role in my life, and is continually shaping me each day. My grandpa is a strong-willed and old fashioned man. He likes to do things his
My grandparents were both born and raised in Cidra, Puerto Rico and so were their three children. They wanted to start a new beginning. Though the exact date is forgotten my grandparents moved to Cleveland, Ohio sometime in 1989. My grandparents were very poor when they lived in Puerto Rico since there were not many job opportunities and barely any resources, my grandparents could barely make ends meet.They wanted to give their children to have more opportunities and resources that they didn't have
My grandparents’ house is my heaven since I was born there; I didn’t moved out with my parents until I was seven. My grandparents live in an old apartment which is surround by orderly and crowded houses that has aged through time. As I mentioned, the apartment they lived in is special and honorable since it was provided by the company that my grandparents worked with. “Paper Machinery Company”, as what my grandfather said when I asked him where he works, with a proud smile stapled on his face. Three
inspiration. The people that have given me the most inspiration are my Grandparents. My Grandmother has done a great deal for me in my life. My Grandfather has done something with his life that nobody expected him to do. My Grandparents have greatly changed my life. If it was not for them, I would not be the person I am today. My Grandmother is a great person inside and out. My Grandmother has been very generous to me throughout my life. She has basically raised me from the day I was born. She
drive to my grandparents’ home—and there are few I love better. I imagine Aldo Leopold felt much the same about his farm in his Sand County Almanacs. His, an abandoned farm in Wisconsin in the 1940s, mine an abandoned farm in Northern Michigan my maternal grandparents bought in the 1960s. It was this farm that intimately introduced me to nature beginning infancy. I believe it is due to this exposure to nature that I am keenly aware of the complex connections between humans and nature today. My grandparents’
elementary school, the old elevator, post office, liquor store, and bank. That’s it. That’s all that exists in the tiny town. Broken, crumbling roads. Houses falling to pieces, lawns overgrown with weeds. Everything falling apart. Except there’s my grandparents’ house. The tall, wooden brown house perfectly put together on the edge of town, towering over everything that used to be. A balcony sits to the north, overlooking what’s left of the city beyond it. Huge, triangular windows look out towards the
foot into my grandparent’s house. My grandparent’s house is my home and it will forever fill me with the unconditional love, happiness and security that my family has given my entire life. My heart is there. My grandparent’s house is