Personal Narrative : My Grandmother, Florence Lucey

“This is Tim from the paramedics,” he said. “I’m afraid your mother has had a heart attack and we are on our way to Henry Ford hospital now.”

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

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 was a little girl trying to get around in the small town Cresco Iowa. I tried my best to do my best with everything I did; mostly to make others around me happy. Growing up I didn’t have very many role models or guiding people to help me through my life. When I was a little and got to know my grandparent’s the older I got, I was obsessed; I looked up to them and hope to achieve what they have as a couple and individually. The most difficult time of my life was losing them.

Heaven received another beautiful angel today. She's honestly the strongest woman I know and I look up to her greatly if I even have an ounce of her strength I know I'll be just fine. That you for all you have done for me I will miss you like crazy but I know in my heart you are in a better place. I love you Grandma

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

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.

Born in a rural community in Northeast Mississippi to a single mother, Allie Mae Smith, she was the middle child of three children, an older sister and a younger brother. My grandmother often reminisces about her childhood, from her life in a multi-generational household, living alongside her grandpa, great-grandma, her mother, and her siblings. They lived on a plot of land that they owned, where they nourished a thriving farm which was used for food. She would work in the fields during the day and cook the harvest by nightfall. Although, the work was demanding, it was a life envied by many in a time when most African-Americans were deprived of rights. Her goal was to make sure she got an education so would never have to work in another field.

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

It was another busy day at the hospital for Rosa. She volunteered there often, trying gain merits for colleges and her future medical school. The work was fast-paced but very rewarding at the end of the day, since she got to lift so many people’s spirits. Rosa also lucked out in having one of the nicest supervisors at the hospital: Ms. Maria, a short dark haired Hispanic woman who moved to Glademere from somewhere in California. She was always cheery, and always wore a silver crucifix pendant around her neck. Ms. Maria was almost like a mother to her in some ways, though she always gave Rosa so much work to do.

Grandma. I had the best grandma who was there for me like nobody but my sister who was also close to her. I remember Grandma lana coming over just because she wanted to see me and sissies smiles. I loved Grandma Lana. But then grandma was taken out of me, Chelsea and morgan's lives for some reason i'll never understand. Just 13 years later Mama missed Grandma so much she just had to go see her. I remember that day like it's the back of my hand… Mama, Chelsea, Me, and Morgyn, and baby puppy Cami, we go pick up grandma in the big ol truck. We head straight for the Missouri river to walk the sidewalks and let us kids play. Grandma was so happy to see us she couldn’t stop smiling but… just then she sits mama down and tells her “Vanessa,

The second section begins with Florence in the church after a long time. She remembers her childhood and bitterness she had toward Gabriel because he was their mother’s favorite. Leaving behind Gabriel and their mother, Florence bought a ticket to NYC where she married Frank. She then remembers a letter from Deborah, Gabriel’s first wife where she assumed that Gabriel had an affair and a child.

Dear grandchildren the year is 2015 and I am 18 years old and I'm writhing this letter to tell you how the world and my life was like back when I was young and handsome. I am sure that I'm still going to be really handsome but just in an older way. Your grandma is young and beautiful and I'm sure she will still be beautiful to but not as much as me.

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.

In 66 years, you can’t imagine how much has changed in the world. When I was talking to my grandmother, I was surprised at how many similarities and differences I heard. Some of the things I learned about was their transportation, school, and what she did for entertainment. I realized that this world is very different than the world she grew up in and we should be grateful for what we have.