My Image Of My Grandmother

We started sharing even more stories about how we loved foods that grandmothers made that you found amazing because of the “baked with love” moment you have for them. She explained that her grandmother was a very beautiful lady with sophistication and class. “No matter how she looked I always stared into her eyes so bright and blue.” Caroline then

I really enjoyed reading about your grandma. I too understand the love and respect that you cherish for her. I hope my grandpa and grandma live to 94 years or more. I too believe that it’s unfair for younger generations to forget about our elderly people. I sometimes repeat and emphasis on this so much because I have seen some assisted living homes where the elderly people are so sad that you can see in their face the desperation to talk or be love by someone. Defending the rights that elderly people have is sometimes misunderstood and completely taken advantage. It’s sad to see how many children do this to their family members. I couldn’t forget about my grandpa and grandma they play a big role in the women that I am today.

    I remember a time when Bumma and I stood in her herb garden in the backyard. As we discussed stories and memories of the past, I pondered what exactly made that moment so special to me. Yes, their house and garden were beautiful, and I loved to spend time with my various grandparents, but this particular setting had always been different. As I called my grandmother over to look at a certain flower, it clicked. That silly nickname I had given her when I was young had cultivated and blossomed, attaching itself to memories and emotion, and becoming a firm foundation in my life. Of course I love all my grandparents and relatives, but the ones that I have special nicknames for certainly hold a place in my heart.

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.

Mrs. Audine Blue is my client for this “Elderly Adult Survey.” Interviewing this lovely lady was delightful as she revealed her birthday of August 15, 1933 and is 84 years young. The lovely Mother Blue originally from North Carolina was afforded to live for a while in California, as well as, in New York before returning to North Carolina. Married to Mr. Henry Shelton Blue at very young age, they have one daughter, one grandchild, and one great grandchild. Asking about her parents, Mother Audine became sad considering they died while she was young. The cause of their death was hard work and cruel treatment that Mother Audine had to witness as a child. However, she recalled how they put their trust in God and

My grandmother’s parents immigrated to Johnstown, Pennsylvania from a small town in Poland close to Warsaw. As a young child she spoke two languages Polish at home and English when she went to school or with friends. Life started out very difficult and never really got any easier.. Her life continued to get worse when she lost her husband in a mining accident and her eldest son to a car accident. My grandma used to tell me the stories of their deaths, and how it taught her how strong she really is. She turned the hardships in her life into something beautiful, something joyous, and something sentimental. These moments shaped her into who she is, but they do not define her. These moments that she shares allow me to move on and find something joyful about every situation even if they are not be ideal. When my grandfather passed away my grandmother gave me the strength to look on the brighter side of the situation instead of the sad side.

I really like your story and the diction you used. Using the phrase, “old woman lifted a gnarled hand” really helped the reader visualize the woman and how old she was. Also by saying how the woman let out a “raspy cough” was really good diction in showing the reader how close to death she was. How do you think you would react if your grandma asked you to carry on her legacy?

In conclusion, I’m so glad that to this day I still have my great grandma, Oneva Lummel, in my life. After I can running out of the ICU, I ran right into my aunt’s arms and just cried. I was losing all hope. They explained a little more about her medical terms to me. I was still scared. When my grandma woke up she was smiling and still herself. I am so glad to have such a perfect grandma. My grandma gets my hopes up again and my faith rolling back on track. Just to see her bright blue eyes and her sparkling white smile made me feel good inside. It felt like a dead flower coming back to life. With the traits of being mentally strong, king, and supportive my great grandma, Oneva Lummel is my greatest leader of the 20th and the 21st

Henry Perowne’s visit to his Mother’s nursing home really resonated with me. This was mainly because I have a personal connection to this story. Less than two years ago, my Grandmother (my father’s mother) was admitted into an assisted living facility. Just like Lily Perowne, my Grandma’s health has also slowly been deteriorating, and while not as severe, she has shown symptoms of memory loss. So, as awful as it sounds, I can really understand the difficulty that Henry faces as he gather’s himself to go visit Lily. I am always a bit reluctant to visit my Grandmother, and I’m not entirely sure why. Initially, I thought it might be because her current condition is not one that I wish to remember her in. I’m not sure that is true though, because

In 2003, the Warner family only went to church on important holidays. But after my grandmother’s death, we would be visiting church for a different reason. My family visited her house the evening of her death. We saw where she stayed in the last room on the left. I remember the old clock with roman numerals that I did not understand as a young child and the organ that had recently replaced the grandfather clock—that scared me every hour it rang. On top of that organ, she placed her collection of glass dolls, a candle, and a few pictures that represented how small our family was. There was also a picture of my grandfather (who I never met), because he had given my grandmother and my own mother a great life. I remember grandma explaining how

night dark and gloomy. The grass and flowers were drooping, the lake was still, everything was still. Everyone and everything was mourning the loss of my grandmother. Although she was my grandmother, she was much more. She was a leader, next to Chief Little Turtle. She helped make peace with other tribes, she was a strong woman but kind and caring, she took care of the younger kids in the tribe but she also taught them many things. She was a very wise woman, she told stories of the great spirits and taught the tribe how to survive. She led the tribe along side the Chief, she was always appreciated and nobody ever questioned her. Her death was announced this morning, I had been

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.

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green

A few weeks ago my mom, Heidi, asked what it was like when I was alone with her mom, my nana. My response? Pleasant. Everything was comfortable and warm in her presence. The house that her and my pawpaw have lived in together for over the past thirty years and raised their three children in was always adorned with her touch and personality, whether it be the kitty cat stuffed animals, pictures of friends and family or the color yellow. You know, it is fitting yellow was my nana’s favorite color because similarly to how the color yellow can be associated with happiness or cheerfulness, the same adjectives could be used to describe nana. She had the ability to brighten a room by the beauty and laughter she would bring. Her light and upbeat attitude was reflected in her tendency to break out in song or merely hum while doing chores around the house.

Grandmother and I sat on her velvet soft carpet looking in photo albums and old dusty time capsules of her past relatives, I felt peace and happiness. She told me of her mothers and fathers and what had they Asachieved in their time.