My Mother 's Family 's Story

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.

History is defined as the study of the science of humanity in the past. It's a broad subject that spans over countless people groups throughout the years that the world has been around. Even before the times we have written word history was still being made, and it is still extremely important. We tend to forget that in our average day to day lives we are still making history. That all over the globe everyone is taking part in what might be in a history book someday.

After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

I created this memory book for us to share and look at our memories throughout our life together.Not only have we shared a lot of memories together,we have had many laughs and shared many tears.You have done a lot for me including flying half way across the world to get me. I thought the least I could do is write about the three most memorable moments I remember. I will always have other memories too. Dancing in the family room to garth brooks wrapped up in you. Watching movies together or our favorite tv shows. Getting in those little fights over something stupid. Not only have you taught me things like how to walk,talk,dance,sing but you have taught me how to get back up being knocked down again and again. Thank you.

My mom experienced inequality what had happened is that she felt ashamed as a mother because we started to act very rude and not our usual selves. The parts of the society were involved as my mother, her kids, and also her family last but not least her wonderful HUSBAND Kendall Clark. Who helped feel like she is not a bad mother well she is not a bad mother. Is me her eldest daughter Akayla King, and her husband by telling her mothers is going to make mistakes nobody's perfect at all. Who seemed to be working against her is the devil he wants her to fail. How did my mom handle it is that she does a bible study every night by herself with the candle lighted up smelling like sweet cinnamon. The results is she found herself being confident towards

I chose to create this family book because when my whole family was gathering for thanksgiving I noticed how diverse we are in our family. I have two gay uncles, my grandma lives like 15 minutes away from me, my aunt lives with her mom and children and there’s way more in my family. I always knew that my family was diverse but I did not know their specific name to them. I was also inspired because I am the only one in my family to go to college so I learned about different types of families in the world that I can go along and teach my family about the type of family they are. Once I teach them and show them what type of family they are I know they will teach future generations and that’s exactly what I wanted to do. This book will be one of

One way my past experiences have affected where I am today is through my mom. She has always been a big influence in my life and has sculpted me into the person I am today. She has taught be everything I know. She has not only affected me through my personal life, but also through my educational life. My mom is a teacher and taught me for 9 years all through elementary school. She has helped me improve my writing by teaching me proper grammar, spelling, diagrams, etc. I might not always remember what she has taught me, but she has still helped me tremendously. I am so grateful I had such a patient teacher to help me so far. My mother has affected so many different areas of my life that I know I would not be the same without her. This is not

"In all of us there is a hunger, marrow deep, to know our heritage - to know who we are and where we came from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, there is still a vacuum, emptiness, and the most disquieting loneliness.” –Alex Haley

My life compared to my mother's life is in many ways very different and in other ways a lot alike. The differences are there mostly because I was born into a different era. In 1928, my mother's life started out during the end of the Roaring 20's. It was a time of change in America. People were shocked at the short skirts, the drinking and smoking that the young women were participating in then. As the economy came to a crashing halt with the disastrous collapse of the stock market in October of 1929, so did many of the free and "high filutin" attitudes of the 20's.

My parents have been separated for a couple years now. My mother wasn’t happy with our family so, she went away. She isn’t there that much for my family and I. I have three siblings which, all happen to be younger than I am. I’m only 11 years old. So everything is very hard without a mother figure. One day, we got to see her but, not in the way I’d want to.

Each generation of a family has their story. Each family member has gone through different experiences that have helped shape them. These experiences are part of their life. Everybody has a story that made them who they are. Opportunities can come your way and shape your life for the better. Sometimes, bad events occur that shape us, but those events can make us stronger. Families face both good times and hardships, this is what helps shape the stories of a family.

Family tales are a great way to pass the time in my family. Every time were at a family gathering my mother will always bring up some child hood memories of the family. Like the time when I was three years old I was basically toothless but only had my k-9 teeth. So, my cousins who were all between the ages 5-6 got together and told my mom that they should kill me because, he has fangs just like a vampire, and they were scared if I woke up in the middle of the night and suck there blood out. Another, family tale that my mom likes to bring is when my cousin had just finished his first communion (ceremony which a person receives Eucharist) they had a big party to celebrate everyone was outside partying and my aunt was changing my diaper when she then went to go ask my mother for where she kept the baby wipes and, as soon as she walked to the other room I ran outside butt naked and started dancing to the music. My last family tale that my mom likes to bring up is how accurate she is with the chancla, and let me tell you from experience she can throw that thing and hit both me and my brother and somehow, make the chancla boomerang back to her. The chancla to her was her weapon of choice almost all the time if she didn’t get you with the first one best believe that she already has the second one primed and ready to go, she would even threaten by saying “alright cabrones” and when you heard those words you better be at least a mile away from her, because she is not the type of

The story of Aiden and Jayla is a long and eventful one. They are an interracial couple who worked hard in life for themselves and each other. They had many problems in their lives and relationship yet they always managed to come out of the chaos unscathed.

My mom always told me “You must be the change you want to see in the world.” One day, I found the quote on Google. The quote said, “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” -By Gandhi. That has always been my favorite quote. May 1 of 2006 in Jonesboro, Arkansas, I was the second child born of my parents Shanna and Richard Payne. They named me Allison. My name means bold, independent, and happy I am.

The one factor that has shaped me more than anything is my family; specifically my mother. My mom is the strongest person I know, and she has been through absolute hell, but despite that, she has remained a loving, caring, and helpful person. It is because of my mother that I have strived to have these same qualities if not more. After the death of her husband, the biological father of my siblings, my mother raised three children by herself. My father was never in my life and still isn’t to this day. I was five years old when my mom’s husband and the only father I ever knew was taken from us. While he was trying to protect his family; he was gunned down in a home invasion. To this day I can remember the look on my mother's face when she picked me up and with tears streaming down her face told me that my father had died. The next couple of days were a blur as she packed us up and moved us from Pennsylvania to Virginia and then again to North Carolina. Years later I asked her why she did this and she said she thought the best place for us would be around family. She didn’t move back to a family that she rarely got along with for her, but because she knew that after losing our father we had a hole in our life that could only be filled with the love that family can offer.