My Interview With An Older Adult I Interviewed A Man Named Herald

Age is a biological factor, but it is also influenced by the mind. I sometimes feel like I am an old soul. I also feel vitally alive, energetic, and youthful. I like to keep my body and mind in good shape.

In the poem Heritage by Linda Hogan, Hogan uses the tone of the speaker to demonstrate the shame and hatred she has toward her family, but also the desire for her family’s original heritage. The speaker describes each family member and how they represent their heritage. When describing each member, the speaker’s tone changes based on how she feels about them. The reader can identify the tone by Hogan’s word choices and the positive and negative outlooks on each member of the family.

As she writes this New York Times article, Hope is preparing to move to Europe to start as professor at her fourth university. She provides more insight into her and her father’s relationship, which her memoir’s readers know was strained. As I read her comment on “Midwestern families,” and how they are not close, I felt grateful for the Midwestern half of my own family. I am grateful

“The Way of a Cherokee” by Foxxy was the essay I read to form this response Essay. Foxxy helps us imagine the time she lived in Montana with her grandparents. Where her grandfather told stories to her and her sister, Sierra, while they sat at his feet dreaming of being Cherokee warriors. Sierra and Foxxy wanted to see everything their grandpa was telling them, so they would go out on adventures. On the way home from one of the adventures Foxxy’s foot got stuck in the bog, her sister then ran to get her grandfather to save the day. Foxxy and Sierra think very highly of their grandfather and they believe he is the best. After he passed, the smallest things would jolt her memory of all the tales and adventures they had. There are many examples that identify my personal connections and help me relate to Foxxy and her grandfathers relationship, such as, living with my grandparents, my grandpa telling my siblings and I stories, and being adventurous with my sister.

Everyone inherits something during life, whether it be money from a recently deceased relative or physical features from parents. Throughout the poem “Heritage” by Linda Hogan, the narrator remembers all the traits and lessons that she has garnered from her kin. A superficial reader of the poem might assume that the narrator is simply reflecting on said traits and lessons, but in reality she is actually attempting to illuminate and reconcile the differences in her life.

Traditions and old teachings are essential to Native American culture; however growing up in the modern west creates a distance and ignorance about one’s identity. In the beginning, the narrator is in the hospital while as his father lies on his death bed, when he than encounters fellow Native Americans. One of these men talks about an elderly Indian Scholar who paradoxically discussed identity, “She had taken nostalgia as her false idol-her thin blanket-and it was murdering her” (6). The nostalgia represents the old Native American ways. The woman can’t seem to let go of the past, which in turn creates confusion for the man to why she can’t let it go because she was lecturing “…separate indigenous literary identity which was ironic considering that she was speaking English in a room full of white professors”(6). The man’s ignorance with the elderly woman’s message creates a further cultural identity struggle. Once more in the hospital, the narrator talks to another Native American man who similarly feels a divide with his culture. “The Indian world is filled with charlatan, men and women who pretend…”

He was a Jewish kid growing up in a largely Jewish neighborhood during the latter half of the Great Depression and World War II. My mother was born in 1939 in Buffalo, New York during the War years and spent her early childhood as a practicing Catholic in a dominantly immigrant area of the city. Both were eldest children in their families and exhibited all the traits of first-borns. My father was the eldest of two boys and my mother the eldest of four, all of whom younger brothers. They are both extremely intelligent, hard-working and fiercely independent. I call them “depression babies”, which in addition to the War era helped mold them into the people they would later become and remain to this day. They met while my father was in medical school and my mother nursing school at the University of Buffalo. To say they were mavericks ahead their time would be appropriate. They married at a time, 55-years ago, when it was controversial for a Jew to marry a Catholic. It was a problem for my father’s father, Nathan and my mother’s mother, Irene who were also both exceptionally intelligent, although ironically discriminatory in the way they saw other ethnicities and multicultural people of color. By the time of their deaths, however, both were especially close and loving of my father and mother. I would say they more than accepted the differences in the other’s ethnic

The subject, Rebecca Sharrow, was born on September 3rd in the year 2002. The subject’s place of birth is Walnut Creek, California, and was born to Deborah Lindley (also known as Deborah Sharrow) and Paul Sharrow (formerly known as Paul Bernal). The following paper is a report written in preparation for your new assignment, which is to continue the research and support the development of the subject.

For this project, we both interviewed two of our relatives who all share the same ethnicity, but experienced life in different ways. Isabel’s mother and grandmother were born and raised in Mexico, while Jennifer’s mother and grandmother were born in the Midwest, but lived most of their lives in California. During the interviews, we found differences as well as similar points in their transitions and ideas of adulthood.

Stories told by a grandfather or an great aunt give a family its character, but no matter how much information you learn, there is always more; there are more adventures and more tragedy and more lessons. Hearing the stories of a relative’s experiences as a child, at high school, or how they raised their first child brings a family one step closer to that person and their family’s history. It is important to talk to family members and to record the stories of older relatives before they die and their stories die with them. The stories of the Coss-McDaniel family range from the humor of my dad being born in a bathtub to the tragedy of my Grandma Coss becoming paralyzed when my mother was only twelve.

J.M is a 77-year-old Caucasian male, currently residing at Pioneer Nursing Home in the Alzheimers unit. He was born on May 28th, 1939 in Pueblo, Colorado and was the only child. He described his childhood as having all his needs met, and an instilled work ethic at a young age. He spoke highly of his late mother, and stated that his father was a “wanderer, and eventually disappeared altogether.” He added that he never had extra as a child, but he had what he needed, and “that was what mattered back then.”

On October 17, 2033, I was adopted from The Carey House For Girls soon after my third “birthday”, when Dixon was 10. I was your average orphan girl: left on the doorstep with a name around my neck before I could remember my parents faces, so the day i was taken in (October 11th) became my birthday. I never once wondered about who/where/how my birth parents were. I wasn’t mad that they gave me away nor was i curious as to why they did it. I simply didn’t care. For instance, One day when i was 13, a couple showed up at our house claiming to be my parents. Cia and Page were busy upstairs so I invited them in, shared some juice with them, chatted a bit with them, and then showed them out the door. By the time my mom asked me about who came in,

For this reason, it can be useful to look back at previous generations and explore how they affected people, specifically those closest to ourselves. While not always accurate predictors of the time period, using generations to understand one’s upbringing and growth can be useful in comprehension of how a person’s ideals and beliefs came to be. The events of a certain time, the ideas of a certain time, and the connections to a certain time are all part of a person’s history and shape how they turned out. William Strauss and Neil Howe explore the usefulness of a generation in their book Generations: The History of America’s Future, 1584-2069, as they try to segment American history and understand the people born at certain time. By analyzing this text, with the disclaimer that the author’s methods are not infallible, it is possible to explore where older generations came from and how they came to be. This text, in conjunction with accounts from my mother, will help me to understand which generation she belonged to and if it impacted who she is

The journey of my family from the beginning of memory inaugurates with my grandparent’s generation. Grandparents are the protective cushion while growing up stamping an unforgettable impact on your life. As far as memory serves, my grandparent’s residence was my shelter away from home. My grandparents conserve a special placement in my heart for every obstacle they have endured for me. Most my life my mother’s parents have occupied a mid-size pale house, covered the windows were olive shutters located along the pavement five lots down the road. My grandmother, Darlene was a big component in raising me and my two siblings to be the people we are today since she was located so close.

Ancestors completely shape their descendents’ lifestyles. Family values are rooted deep in the how a person was raised. My great-grandfather was born in 1924 in Little Rock, Arkansas. He was the next to the youngest of eleven brothers. After, his younger brother was born, his father left them. He and the other boys were raised by a single mom, during the Great Depression. Saying he was poor, is putting it mildly. He was dirt poor. He was smart, athletic, and willing to work hard. My great-grandfather, J.C. (Jake) Red, was the cornerstone of my family. He is proof that opportunities are endless, if hard work and determination remain the focus. I only remember bits and pieces about him, I have learned he was a very respected and revered man.