Personal Narrative: My Uncle Neal

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-until you climb into his skin and walk around in it”. I chose to shadow my grandfather because I do not know all that much about him. My grandpa has always seemed like a very interesting person but he does not open up easily. That is another reason i chose to shadow him. My grandpa is usually toiling with a black powder rifle or he is making his own guns or doing research on a weapon unknown to him.

Jim F. Hughey III, is a father of three, a husband, and a Circuit Court judge from Birmingham, Alabama. His father Jim Hughey Jr. was a lawyer and his grandfather Jim Hughey was a dentist. “The name Jim Hughey bared a lot of weight and I knew I had to continue the legacy, Hughey said.”

He earned a B.A. from Stanford University and had his M.S. from Columbia University in 1969. He had his Ph.D. in English Renaissance literature from the University of California, Berkeley, and at the Warburg Institute in London and Has received a Fulbright Fellowship and a National Endowment for the Humanities Fellowship. He has worked as a teacher , journalist, and educational consultant along with different books he has written such as “Hunger of Memory, Mexico’s Children and etc. (pg. 173)

when he was a teen and then later on became a professor at Texas A&M University.He written

Shortly after this we find him with pneumonia, unable to go to school and confined to his bed. One day he is surprised to see his dad come into his room with a book and without announcing what he is doing, begins by reading the title of the first chapter “The Bride.” This is the point in his life where everything changed for him. His future career as a writer is credited in this simple act of his father reading the story to him. He went from only caring about sports and games to not being able to get enough from books. This particular book he describes as “the single best thing that happened to me (sorry about that, Helen; Helen is my wife, the hot-shot child psychiatrist).” Here we once again see realism show through. You can see here that he was drawn to a book with true love, which in his own life did not exist. I think we see here the reality in our desire to want to be inspired

Many people have family members that have served in wars. I have two family members who have been in a military branch. My Uncle Sunny Marting has served in the Vietnam War and faced hardships and challenges that some people couldn't. He is an uncle, a veteran, and a hero to me and my family.

When thinking about the neighborhood, school has to come to mind. Mr. Ellis, my third grade teacher, prided himself on educating students. No matter the problem Mr. Ellis would try to help in any way possible, which without a doubt makes Mr. Ellis my favorite teacher. An example of the undying devotion Mr. Ellis shows Other than Everett, the Capital Area Career Center was one of the best schools around Ingham. Understudies could pick any class that fit their field of study. As the understudies work through their class they can acquire school credits which can trade to Lansing Community college or Davenport just to give a couple of cases. Assignments sanctioned us to learn the required information while being able to work at our own particular

Chris yawned as he sat up on his bed. His alarm clock was blaring music. He turned his head and reached over to turn the alarm off. It was six a.m. on September 30, 2017. It was a Saturday morning, and surprisingly Chris enjoyed waking up early today, usually he had a hard time getting up, but today was different. Chris hopped off his bed, running down the stairs. Today, Chris and his family were going to see the Baltimore Orioles play the Philadelphia Phillies at Camden Yards Stadium. Chris has been dreaming for this day. Finally, he could finally get the chance to get an autograph from Alec Asher. He would have a story to tell in the years to come just like Uncle Anthony’s story about Mike Shmidt. Although Chris may have difficulties getting

Robert H was my first boyfriend, he was a guy who I don’t remember much about but there are memories we had together that are hard to forget. We used to sit together in the bus, me next to the window as his bus stop came first. My mother used give banana juice boxes that were really disgusting but I never had the heart to tell my mom, I would give them to Robert because for some reason he loved them. At some point my family bought the game board, Sorry!, I would take it in my backpack to school so I could play in the bus ride with Robert. Robert at some point told me that his parents were thinking in moving away and by the end of the year he had moved to Grand Junction, where he lives still.

Many people and events have influenced me greatly throughout my life. Living through the Iranian Revolution, many things happened that I learned a lot from. The new laws that came with the fall of the shah changed my life greatly. I made friends, and I lost friends. One of my favorite friends was my Uncle Anoosh, he is one of the greatest most inspiring men I have met in my life. His passing was something that made me grow up and forced me to start living with pride.

One summer morning, my Uncle Dudley was in his sugar works clearing rather large trees with a chainsaw when he cut one in just a way that it fell on him by accident. He was pinned beneath the tree for a few hours with his leg snapped apart. Earlier that morning as he headed up the mountain, Dud left his phone in his truck along with the firefighting radio he almost always has for the volunteer fire department. That day my uncle thought he was going to die. Before too much time went by, he decided that he wasn’t going to allow himself to be left like that, and instead allowed the adrenaline to take its toll. Somehow, he found a way to wriggle himself out from underneath the tree, and drag his very broken body down the mountain to his truck so

I looked down at my great grandfather, lying in the coffin, he had light gray hair and a round face. I was only six at the time, but I knew what was happening, he was gone. Tears flooded my eyes, forming rivers, rolling down my cheeks. I sat down on the chair, the only thing I heard was sobs from relatives. I tried not to think about what life would be like after the funeral without him. However, I just had to think of what this change would bring. How will this affect my everyday life? What kind of relationship will I get with my great grandmother? I never had a relationship with her like I did with him. My great grandfather was very fun to be around, I liked art, but I had never even thought about doing Acrylic

The entrepreneur I will be interviewing will be John Reedy, my dad. He is located here in Macomb Illinois. John has lived here in Macomb his entire life. He created his own trucking business when he was only 21 years old, which has changed from an owner-operator semi business into a camper hauling business with diesel pickups.

My grandpa Bill Headly should be the 2018 A.A.R.P Grandparent of the year. He is caring about family, hardworking, and a good role model.

After I had become clued in on just how far my parents had fallen behind on the mortgage, I felt I had no choice but to do whatever I could to help out. What choice did I have, really? We needed a place to live, didn’t we? So I went to my cigar box and retrieved my savings that I had accumulated for the Tran Am along with the small amount I had stored up in the occasional rainy day fund. I had figured that this was just about as rainy of a time as any. So when the first chance had arisen for me to approach my mama (Which was sometime when my Step Daddy Cade wasn’t in ear shot. I didn’t want to hurt his pride by offering them money. It was a big deal for him to have us think of him as the bread-winner, and by taking money from his kid,