Personal Narrative: My Grandma

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.

Oh Junior, such a poor kid. Growing up with such an array of disabilities has definitely taken a toll on him. Seeing him constantly falling victim to teasing and bullying certainly makes me sad but sometimes I feel that he brings it upon himself; of course I am not allowed to say that though, being his grandmother I am required to be supportive of my grandson. I wish that he would somehow manage to at least find a few new friends. The only kid I ever see him around is that Rowdy boy. I know that they have been friends since birth but he is absolutely cruel and is constantly fighting others on the reservation - I do not think that he is a very good influence for Junior to be around. Rowdy had

One of the most nerve-racking moments of my life was when I found out my grandma had colon cancer. I knew something was wrong from the point she told me that something was upsetting her stomach. She finally went to the doctor and then had a CAT scan, which found nothing. Then she was taken to the hospital for a colonoscopy, and diagnosed with colon cancer. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I love my grandma so much and this really hit me hard.

2) My second object is grandmother's medicine. My grandmother is a good doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. The most of time, my grandmother made medicine by herself. In my city, a lot of people ask grandmother for help made medicine because my grandmother's medicine is very useful for stomachache. So my grandmother help them, lots of people was very appreciated, and they always help my grandmother when grandmother have some problem. By this thing I learned if I am a well-disposed and kind person, help others, and I'll be helped.

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

Of course everyone has grandparents but, some people no longer have their in their life. I'm one of the lucky ones to still have all 4 of mine. On my mom's side of the family I'm a little more close to them. My dad's side of the family is huge, he is the oldest of 7 kids and each of them is married and has at least three kids. Of all those grand kids I am considered the oldest. My grandma and grandpa Schramm are more use to little kids so they don't really know how to talk to me. On my mom's side I'm around the middle of the age group so we get along great. I also share a lot in common interest wise with my grandma Buss.

I slowly turned the first page of the worn and fragile book. The Instrument contained numerous words of wisdom, or so I had heard from my biological grandma, I lifted it to my face. Did it hold the solution to my problems? The woman of my childhood was convinced that it did. It smelled of leather with lingering traces of tobacco. Grandma held the book often, I remembered, envisioning her in my mind many years past, when I went for a visit to my grandparents house. After supper she sat in the rocker near the fireplace, from time to time taking a break from her reading to step outside and smoke. I didn't like the smell of the cigarettes. Never the less that was the way grandma was. She was an intriguing woman. She didn’t say much in her later

“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

I found myself quickly pacing in and out of the aisles lined with the tiered towers. I entered an aisle just to exit seconds later as a new idea conquered my thoughts. My mind barely able to focus on one thing as I scanned rapidly from top to bottom and side to side in each row. The wooden shelves lined with scrapbook paper, each piece with its own pattern and color scheme. I guess I should explain why I’m in this place running around like this.

Have you ever lost a family member well I did last year my grandma died and she had to be rushed to the hospital. My paper is about my grandma and about her death. Also about how it affected me and my family. Everything change that day like how I thought and what I did.

I can’t believe that Aunt Lisa is dead, and it’s because of me. Lauren only wanted to take Matthew and I, and because poor Aunt Lisa loves us and got involved Lauren killed her. These past few days that I’ve spent with Aunt Lisa and Lauren, they have shown me nothing but love and hospitality. I looked up to them, I thought that they were the perfect example of how twins should be. In a way I was jealous of them, Matthew and I aren’t close, and when we do talk, all he does is either try to pick a fight or make fun of me. However despite, how many times I say I hate my brother, at the end of the day he is still my brother and I love him. I would never stoop as low as Lauren and kill him for my own benefit.

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 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.

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green