My Mom Research Paper

Mum Betts was born a slave circa 1742, spending her young adult years in the household of John Ashley in Massachusetts. When Ashley's wife attacked her, Betts appealed to a local abolitionist, who brought her case to the courts. Betts was granted her freedom and 30 shillings in damages in 1781, with the case Brom and Betts v. Ashley. Betts became a paid servant and raised a family on her wages. Mum Bett, or “Mumbet” as she was referred to passionately, proved to be extremely determined in ending the slave trade in the new Commonwealth of Massachusetts when she successfully sued for freedom in 1781, amazingly becoming the first African-American woman to win her freedom from slavery.

Furthermore, to add another complicated family member to J.D.’s life was his grandmother, who he called Mamaw. Mamaw was a complicated woman, who complicated J.D.’s life even more. She grew up with a violent lifestyle, that continued on into her later years, and encouraged violence with J.D. When J.D. was in grade school, he had noticed another student who was continuously bullied by a larger student. J.D. spoke to his grandmother about how upset he was for not standing up for the bullied student. Mamaw directed that, ““Tomorrow you need to stand up for that boy, and if you have to stand up for yourself, then do that, too.” Then she taught me a move: a swift, hard (make sure to turn your hips) punch right to the gut. “If he starts in on you,

How do you think one’s culture affects how they see what is going on in the world? We have read several short stories, poems, and excerpts during the past couple of weeks, we also have our own personal experiences. With what we have seen, read, and learned ourselves we can conclude that one’s culture has a great deal to do with how we see each other, the world, and what is going on in the world. In My Mother Pieced, a poem by Teresa Palomo Acosta, she talks about these quilts that are a part of her mother's culture.

It’s the time of year where all people are seen running around trying to gather last minute gifts and meals. Everyone does so in cheerful spirits, especially in the Cozly family. Christmas is Grandma Cozly’s favorite time of the year because everyone in the family always makes this family gathering. All the best foods are made and the most laughs are shared on Christmas since everyone is full of cheer and strong in their faith. However, some family members can become slightly assertive trying to get everyone out the door and to church on time.

At only 5ft tall my Mamaw was a lioness trapped in kitten’s body. She was an independent woman that would never back down from a fight. Mamaw is the name we called my grandmother from my mother’s side. One of my favorite memories is when she would ask me to do her a favor and in return she would offer me a Yankee dime. If you’re not from the south and don’t know what that is, a Yankee dime is a kiss. My Mamaw, Lillian Delores, was an amazing woman!

I come from a family of five. My mom Aimee is an occupational therapist. She hasn't been working lately because she has A.S. ankylosing spondylitis which is arthritis of the low back. My dad William or Bill is a mechanic and a farmer. He went to school to be an automotive technician but when we came back from indonesia we moved into my grandmas and grandpas house. Kicking them out into the hay field in a double wide trailer home. At that point my dad became a farmer with fixing cars as a part time job. He calls it spare time repare. My brother Ed is 18 and going to Iowa State to be a conservation officer. He enjoys hunting and about anything outdoors. My sister is Brie is 15 and she wants to be a occupational therapy assistant or a special

How many times, particularly in this difficult economy, have we passed up an opportunity to give to others? I’d like all of us to remember this… a woman who did not drive and for most of her life had almost no money to contribute to others is best remembered for her charity. We can keep Mother’s spirit alive by continuing her work to uplift and encourage those around us. But just how does one do this? It’s easy, we simply follow the rules Mother lived by:

My Mimi and I have always had a close relationship. I remember always working in the garden with her during the summer, snapping beans, and weeding all morning long. Afterwards, we would drink sweet tea until it came out our ears and lay around on the front porch overlooking the beautiful farm that God has blessed us with. I remember always waking up early Sunday mornings because I was always so excited to get to go to church with my family, especially my Mimi. Ever since I was a little girl, all of my Mimi’s children and grandchildren would pick one day of the week, usually Monday, and spend all day with Mimi and Papaw. Without them, my life would be empty.

You may think of a hero as a benevolent person with superhuman powers that can stop evil, and save the day. Well in my book a hero is someone who can make the world a better place. Someone who is brave, kind, and noble. Someone like my grandma Ona. She's always been there for me whether it's something simple like showing me how to drive her tractor or feed the ravenous, noisy chickens, to something important like always saying please and thank you, and working hard to do great things, but always staying humble. She's an excellent joker with the funniest stories and always knows what to say or do to make the situation humorous and memorable. A life without her would be like never being able to use the internet. You'd probably go insane. Right? Well that's how I'd feel without my grandma. I'd probably go crazy without her. That's why I'm choosing her to be my Michigan hero.

My Mom has always put her self last and does nothing but try to help others, from raising children that were not hers,

Every summer vacation since I have been in high school I have always went to visit my Aunt Cindi in California. My Aunt Cindi is different in a way that is not your typical 56 year old lady for the fact that she is on every social media possible. She likes to be on every social media because it helps her to connect with her students that she is currently teaching or has taught. Social media not only helps her to connect with her students but it also helps her to keep in connected with me on a daily bases.

I often wondered if my mother would have chosen to immigrate to the United States of America, after repatriating to Holland, to begin a new life from absolutely nothing but the clothes on our backs for the second time, if my parents had stayed together. Was it their divorce that inspired Mom to lead us on our path to prosperity? Eventually I understood that my Mom’s ultimate motivation was her vision of a brighter future for her family, regardless of her marital status. In Holland, Mom could not bare to watch her mother be the sole breadwinner and living off a Dutch government's subsidized income was equally unacceptable. Following Aasje’s death, Evie observed Oma, overcome with grief, lose her spirit, and she aspired for a better life

It took me eighteen years to spend some quality time with my mother and discover what an incredible journey she has had with my brothers and me. She is the kind of person who has always been very involved with all parts of our daily lives. In fact, she was the kind of mother who always had time for her three sons, worked full-time and had time to devote to community projects too. Her energy and enthusiasm for all of these things seemed endless and she always tried to teach the three of us to see the value in the idea of giving back to the community. I was always glad that she was present at my games and supported me through school, but it took me over a decade to learn what motivated her to be so

My mother's heart is at its purest when giving. I witnessed my mother chip in and pay

My mother always tries to help people in need. She showed me this recently with my half brother, Alec. My dad lives in a different town than both of us. One year for Alec’s birthday, my dad was supposed to spend time with Alec, but he was too preoccupied. Whenever I called Alec on the phone and shouted “Happy Birthday!,” he explained to me what happened. I repeated the story to my mom, and she threw a quick birthday party for him at my brother’s house. With her actions, I learned to always try to help people when they are feeling low.