I view my family as being unique, loving, hardworking, and supportive. I have an older sister who is 27 years old, a younger sister who is 24 years old, and I am the lucky 25 year old middle child. My mother is Colombian and my father is Cuban. My mother came to the United States about 30 years ago with the hope of finding a good job and earning enough money to someday return back to her homeland. My father came to the United States over 35 years ago to open up his own business. Once my father lost
Although both my parents are from different parts of the world, I consider myself extremely Americanized. My mother, from China, and my father, from Malaysia, were both raised in America. Both my grandparents were strict and traditional. They passed on their values and beliefs to my parents; however, my parents did not believe in those values, so, they did not pass these values on to my brother and me. I have lived a very privileged life compared to my parents and cannot fathom living the way they
In 1974, my mother, and her lower class family, emigrated from Canada to New City, New York. They moved frequently back and forth between various American and Canadian cities due to my grandfather’s lack of finding long-term employment; he has a book filled with pages upon pages of business cards and papers recording his numerous previous employers. Eventually, my grandfather found a steady job in print, working for the New York Times in 1985, my grandmother opened her own bookstore for a brief period
that I chose my personal family interview is my mother, Tina Washington because unfortunately, I have no other living relatives to inquire about the prior generation. My mother is 58 years old. Initially, my mother was somewhat hesitant to participate in the interview process and was curious to find out more about the type of questions asked during the interview process. After explaining the purpose for this assignment, my mother was very cooperative. She was more than happy to oblige my request to
Starting on my mother’s side her maternal family was kind of tricky. While I was on the phone with my mom she couldn’t tell me where exactly her maternal side came from but she did know that there was English, French, Whales, and Irish on her mother’s side. As for her paternal side of the family they came from Italy. Both of my father’s side of the family came from Ireland. His father’s side came to the United States in the late 1800’s, whereas his mother’s side came here in 1915. Both my mother and father
Introduction My family cultural background did not differentiate vastly from a lot of my peers despite the difference in our distinct physical appearance. Nonetheless, while living in a rather diverse area most of the families were completely composed of a singular race. Furthermore, although it is much more common for multiracial families today I still have rarely ever met someone of Filipino descent. As pervious stated my mother’s side of the family is predominately Filipino with a hint of French. My father’s
individual is descended”. Learning about my family history brought me closer to my relatives, and more proud of where my blood line came from. Many people believe that researching your family history is just finding out who you are related to. In my opinion it is more than just researching, it is an investigation. It is an investigation of what hardships one’s ancestors overcame in their laborious lives. While doing my research I decided to do my mother’s side of the family, the Addabbos. I chose this side
My mother’s side of the family is from Virginia, mostly located in Charlottesville. My family (my brother, mom, dad, and I ) live in Ohio, around 650 miles away from Charlottesville, Virginia. We try to visit once every year but this 2016 was different. My uncle Ronnie (my grandmother’s brother) had been diagnosed with stage four rectal cancer the year before, devastating news that took my everyone by surprise. We visited Virginia on June 17th, and we saw Uncle Ronnie alive for the last time. On
I grew up in a religious environment with parents who constantly stressed the importance of family and religion. On my mother 's side of the family they are eleven in total and on my father 's side they are ten, and most of them were often around to help raise my three other brothers and I. Both of my parents are very religious my brothers and I were raised and still are Catholic we were all baptized at a young age. Religion was something that we could not escape even at school we had classes that
Preface My mother had mentioned to me that her family‘s story is longer than a book, however, it is so hard for me to ask the details of what had happened to her because all the stories in her life strike a chord in her heart. For example, almost all of my father’s friends in Hong Kong were the people who escaped from communist China. Their stories were soul stirring. Many of them left their families in China. Their vicissitudes of life contained joy, sorrows, partings and reunions. My father