Personal Narrative: The Elderly Girl

about, she offered me inside her house. Once I got inside her house I took a deep breath and brushed my black hair back. Then, she told me something ,” Hi I’m Lana. Also, I think I know someone who could help you. It’s my friend Cathy. She’s good at spells and knows a lot of magic. I’ll give you some food. And some change of clothes.”

A while passed and I heard the bell ring, but I didn't want to stop reading. It didn't matter that much, the library was open long after the school closed.

I let out a big sigh and tried not to think about how stupid I would look on stage when I fell out of the turn and continued with class trying to distract myself from the worries. Another 45 minutes went by and class was over. She dismissed us and I walked to the front corner of the rectangular room to grab my sweatshirt that I had placed on the floor earlier that class. I then headed to the door and was about to exit the class when I heard a soft voice.

“Just for this brave act of kindness, I shall let each of you to pick out something to keep for yourselves.”The lady told them very thankfully.

After an awkward moment of silence, I began to walk towards the doors. "Now if you girls excuse me, I need to get to Vice Principal's office."

The sharp arctic like breeze propels itself onto my young and fair skin as my mother forces the old, frail white birch door open, exposing both myself and my younger sister to the harsh and unforgiving climate that awaits us beyond the both feeble and aged shack that I have called home for the past nine and a half years. My father sits in the frost bitten and beaten three seater Chevrolet truck. Crammed in the tray covered in tarp, I struggle to make out the shape of what seems to be my previously owned duffel bag, bestowed upon me by my next door neighbours following the death of their son, my mother describes his death to me as being “a tragic accident” down in the Cape Breton mines. Before my eyes could properly focus on the contents inside the tray of the truck, my Mother had already

I grabbed my bag, and silently went down the stairs, and out into the garage. From there, I went down the street and cut across the field to the sound of music and laugher.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

Cassandra, I found the Nursing Home Compare link to be informative, and I wish I had been aware of this website when we had to place my mother in a nursing home. I compared the three nursing homes I have worked at, or my mother was a resident of and the results were surprising to me.

I picked to go along with her story as well as not tell her the truth about her parents dying because I did not have the heart to tell her that her parents died a long time ago. A lot of the other caregivers would do the samething. If I were to follow fidelity and tell her that her parents were dead, her sister died a long time ago and that she was living in a memory care in Dallas she would be even more upset. By going along with what she was saying and not correcting her, the situation would be resolved a lot quicker than if we were to tell her that her parents were dead and she lives in a care community. Not telling them the truth, when they will forget that they asked is a lot easier than telling them.

The first resident I decided to pay close attention to was Henry Dreher. Henry relied greatly on his aides. He barley spoke and recognized his daughter, he kept his head down and hands crossed. His daughter had informed us that he has been in the nursing home for about ten years. He was very quiet and kept himself isolated even when around many people. Henry suffered from seizures and unfortunate was not able to be cared for by his wife. Henry was described as very lively when his daughter was a child, he was a man of the church and loved gospel music. Finally, when introduced the music, he began to light up, his eyes widened, began to sing, hum, and rock to the music. He then began to remember his past and had the ability to tell stories and share memories. I chose to focus on Henry because he reminded me of a resident I work with. Currently, I work closely with a man named John, was in fact a father. He loves gospel music and lights up

“Does this look like an expensive gift to you, Ariana?” Tia asked as I sat down in the seat between her and Tre.

"Buzz,"went my alarm clock.I am so exited to go to Ella's grandmother's house.The last time I went we made pottery.They are from a tribe called the Anasazi.Grandma Lorrie lives in a pueblo in New Mexico.

When I walked into the bowling alley to conduct interview and explain to Walt my purpose of this assignment, I had no doubt in my mind things would be smooth. I had done several interview before and never had doubts, barriers or skepticism before, during or after. I assumed that getting personal with someone this age would be simple thinking they would be happy to tell what that have done for over seven decades. Upon meeting Walt, I shook his hand and knew he would be somewhat of a challenge per his body language a greeting comment. His greeting to me was, “Evening, life interview huh, I’ll see what all I can tell you. (Gladden. personal communication. November 21, 2017.).” My initial assumption was wrong and I went in thinking this man was going divulge me his personal experience no hesitation because of my professionalism, slight personal connections of interest and military connection.

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.