Narrative Essay About My Great Grandmother

My great-grandmother was raised by her mom, dad, and other relatives. She, and many cousins, were raised up as brother and sister in a close-knit family. Harriett Marshall, my great-grandmother, was born in Saltillo, Tennessee on January 7, 1931. She has lived through many trying times. It is a blessing to live through so many events that changed the nation, even the world. She has lived through the following events and many more: The Great Depression, World War II, the historic signing of Jackie Robinson, Brown v. Board of Education, the Civil Rights movement and many more.

If I had the opportunity to interview anybody in my family it’d be my grandma because she grew up very poor and had to work for everything she ever received. She now is a millionaire and has traveled all over the globe. Grandma has always been a brilliant lady, and has had a full life.

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

It was a freezing cold day and I was avoiding the flurries outside by staying in my bed all day. I was with my dad for the weekend and as the weekend was ending the amount of clean clothes i had left from packing for the weekend was dwindling. That was when we got the call. It was my grandma.

“Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take boat to ramp to get it to the campsite

Ever get the chance to put together your own outfit for the day? Well, I mean literally have you ever had to sew together your outfit? If not, well let me start it off with “WOW!”, grandma's work isn’t as easy as it seems. Not only did i learn how difficult it is to sew, but i had the chance to be able to express my funny side. This week i chose as one of my portfolios a unique project, where i sewed together my outfit. At first, i envisioned it being a joke, since i would never wear it personally, but I saw the fun and good vibes it would bring to the classroom atmosphere. We started off with the simple idea of creating one of the outfits used by one of the boys in the movie, The Sound of Music. First, we had to sketch out a drawing of the outfit to get an

It all began when I was about five years old, having sleepovers in my great grandma’s room. She loved telling stories and playing dress up with me. In her room she kept a lot of pillows on her bed. She had fancy pillows in a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and textures. Every time I entered her room, she would allow me to jump around on the bed filled with pillows. All that jumping around and having all that fun felt amazing, and that's when I fell in love with one of her pillows and named it Bobby.

I had gotten home from school and there was a bunch of flowers on the table, and I knew she had passed away even though \my parents did not tell me I just knew. I felt a huge rush of sadness flow through my body as my parents told me to come inside and that they needed to tell me something. When I saw my dad's eyes fill with tears I knew she had passed away. When

It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

As I am listening on the phone to my family history learning where and who I come from, I suddenly realize why I am the way I am. I could imagine my grandmother looking out over the plantation at the sugarcane and soybean fields telling me about all the generations that grew up there. She was painting a clearer image of my ancestors as the minutes passed. The land has changed with time, as the lives of the many women who have lived there; however, their love for the land has endured. That love and passion has shaped my family into who we are today. Owning the Riverlake Plantation over the generations has given my family a chance to raise strong, independent people who will grow up to do something extraordinary with their life.

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” I never quite understood this quote by Maya Angelou until I reflected on my time with my grandma. She lived in a small white house with blue shutters and was all Italian. At her house, I could always find three things: pastene, Muenster cheese, and love. In kindergarten and first grade, I got dropped off there by the bus after school. I remember walking off and up to her screen door. She would always be sitting right inside on her white rocking chair, waiting by the door just for me. For whatever reason, even though I already had one brother and sister, both younger, I would be the only one there with her for a while. She would sit me down in her brown, soft, prickly, reclining chair and put a little card table in front of me. She would give me the connect the dots from the Sunday paper, let me watch cartoons on her TV, and make me chocolate milk and pastene. Pastene is macaroni with butter and a bit of egg, cooked together. It was something that you would always have if you went to her house. Trust me, it’s the best thing in the world.

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.