Personal Narrative-Grandma Ewalt: The Sweetest Woman

My subject is my aunt, Florence Lucey. She is a 65-year-old female, who identifies with her gender. She is a white, heterosexual, Catholic, Italian woman who has lived in Connecticut for her entire life. She currently lives in Weston, CT, in the home that she has lived in for the past 20 years. Florence has been married twice; she was widowed in 2003 and remarried in 2014. She has one sister, Donna, my mother, and 4 kids, all who are out of the house. I was able to gather my information over facetime and received real-time data coverage. I will be referring to my subject as Florence throughout this paper.

My grandmother, Joan Stackhouse, has been the most influential woman in my life. She was born in the late 1930s and raised during the time where African Americans didn’t have many rights. She told me about a time where all she could do is clean houses to earn a couple cent to support the family. Her husband worked as a policeman and was barely home. When an educational opportunity became available she took advantage of it and began taking classes at Francis Marion University to later become a teacher’s aid. Today at almost 80 she’s battling Rheumatoid Arthritis, fibromyalgia, and a couple other things that comes with old age. But she remains strong. my grandmother has influenced me to remain strong regardless of the situation and has taught

I have a great grandma that lives in Adairsville, GA that is getting worse and worse everyday. I have never met her before until last Spring when I went on vacation to Florida and stopped on the way back to visit her. She is the sweetest little old lady I have ever met. It made me sad to know that I have never visited her until now. I wish I could see her more often. we write letters to each other quite a bit. She never forgets to send us each something on the holidays. We only visited for about 3-4 hours then headed off back home. I wanted to stay all day. Even though I have only met her once it feels like I have had this connection with her my whole life.

I met this incredible woman late in my life. She happened to come into my life once my mom married her son. She always had something interesting to say about her life. When this paper was discussed in class I knew who exactly I was going to write about. Here is the story of Teresa Torres:

I have always considered myself a feminist. I am inspired by women who are independent, fearless, and refuse to be any less than their best. For an extremely long time, these independent women were belittled and were not given the same academic acknowledge that men got, but they nonetheless forged ahead. One of these strong women, was my grandmother.

To start things off I lived in one big house with my Mom, Dad, Aunt, Uncle, Grandma and Grandpa up until I was about thirteen. When I was little I thought I had the most perfect family every, or at least that’s what I wanted to think. I would spend most of my afternoons with my Grandpa at the park or getting ice cream. He would always be the one encouraging me to go church and pray. He’s also the one who wanted me to be in private schools. The rest of my family followed

good five minutes before a small smile appeared on my lips. I stuck my hand into my pockets as i walked back to the institute and hummed to myself a little on the way.

It all started when I was getting ready for bed and my mom got a call from Granny.

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 remember it like it was yesterday, even though I was only three. We were all at home;

On the first day of eleventh grade It was just another sunny morning Until the phone started ringing And it was hard to believe what I was hearing How was it even possible that grandma was no more? My world shattered into a million pieces,

Just last winter, I went to my grandma’s house to visit them. I spent the night there too. When we opened her house door her dog barked. She had a white furred dog and she was a small dog too. About 2 hours after my parents, brother, and sister left I watched a movie and ate popcorn with my grandma. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. We ate small white powdered donuts and chocolate milk. About an hour after we ate, my grandma asked me if I wanted to make the potato candy she makes every winter. I excitedly ran like a cheetah to the kitchen to help her. When I got there my grandma and I got out the ingredients. We carefully opened the powdered sugar and it smelled like I was in sugar land.The bag kind

“When I was alive, everything my grandmother did was bad. But an odd thing happened when she arrived in her rented limo that day, opened up out house, and braged in. She was, in all her obnoxious finery, dragging the light back in.” (100) It was the day of my memorial and my Grandma Lynn had came a few days before it. My grandma is the queen of fashion so she made sure everyone in my family was going to look their absolute best for my memorial. I love my family so much, that it just brings me pain to have to see them so depressed. I am glad that my grandma can bring some light back into their dark world. I just want them to know that I am with them always, even though they can not see me. I am happy that my grandma was able to lighten up the

For this week it was still a struggle for my grandma Bonnie to recall events. We were on the phone for about 10 minutes and it felt like she was disappointed that she was unable to recall her childhood at this stage. I decided to ask if she could tell me a story about any of my aunts or my dad again. My grandma wanted to tell me a story about my dad what she believed was when he was at the age of four or five. At this time my grandma had her hands full, she had five children, two who were recently born (twins) from her story of my dad. She went on to tell me it could be a struggle at times because my grandpa served our country and was always away while she stayed at home with the children living on an Airforce base. To lighten up on the

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.