Personal Statement : My Grandmother

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

When asked who I consider to be a significant figure within my life, the first to come to thought is my grandmother, Wanda Walden. My grandmother has for many years been very influential in my life, whether from giving me advice or just being a strong shoulder to cry on when I need someone to listen. Grandparents teach the lessons that parents have not grasped yet, and listening to Wanda has given me years of knowledge that I myself have not received from personal experience. To be perfectly transparent about her, Wanda has always been a determined, tender-hearted, and loved woman.

Every summer since middle school I went back to Taiwan to take care of my grandpa. His health started to fail these recent years but my parents worked every summer so my dad would always send me back to care for my grandpa. Many people worked as interns or took classes during the summer while I worked as a caretaker in hospitals. At first I disliked my role as an caretaker because I believed that I was not gaining anything valuable and I was also not enjoying myself like all my friends. As the summers progressed I was able to get firsthand view of how the doctors would work endlessly to treat their patients while the nurses would work to ensure their comfort. I would just stay behind and watch them work to try and treat my grandpa for whatever disease he had at the time. Whenever my grandpa was ready to leave the hospital I would always see how grateful he was toward the doctors because they literally saved his life. The next summer when I went back to Taiwan this scenario would replay itself again.

My Grandmother goes by the name of babunya, and baba for short, this means grandma in Ukrainian. She lived in Ukraine for most of her life, and she is almost 90 years old now. She’s been through a lot in her years, thus her appearance has changed. For every wrinkle she has there’s a story to match. She has had every color hair: blonde, red, brown, and black. Now her hair is a short gray color. She keeps it short because it stays out of the way, even though she hates it short. She has always had long her until now. She has also progressively become shorter over the years due to a very bad back; she now stands just under five feet. Since she spends most of her days in the garden her usual outfit

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

Ever since I can remember, I have always wanted to do something special in life. I was born in a small village in Mexico where public health and education were very limited. In 1996, my family and I got the opportunity to move to the United States. This move brought me closer than I had ever thought possible to accomplishing my dream of becoming a registered dietitian and working in public health nutrition. I have always valued my education because where I am from it was really difficult to study beyond middle school. Here, in the United States, I have gotten the chance to further my education beyond high school.

Listening to the accounts of my grandmother’s experiences during World War II as she described how her windows were once blown in due to a German bomb falling close to where she lived, has always triggered my enthusiasm and interest for History. I am fascinated by how World War II shaped the political, economic and social landscape of post-war Britain and how it continues to shape the changing world we live in today.

After roasting marshmallows, the sticky sweet on my sons' fingers, my father stares into the coals, starts talking about his mother, my grandmother, my sons' great-grandmother. He tells of how she fought her death to the end, even under the morphine drip. Nonverbal tantrums on her bed.

The past can tell more than the future. I interviewed my grandma about her past. She was born on August 5, 1959. My Grandma became the oldest of three brothers. At school, she considered herself an A - B student. Her hobbies were painting ceramics, reading and playing. After school Grandma would play hide and seek or follow the leader. Her favorite toys were metal slinky and her very own bike. She loved play in the pool or hide closet where her brothers couldn’t find her. When my Grandma was 13 she rode horses and trained a dog for 4H. She moved eight times in her life land her brothers became her friends. Then life happened to her and she had 2 kids and became a grandma. I asked her how my mom and uncle differed. They are very different

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

One day when grandma Karen was watching me and my sister I asked Callie if she wanted to go look somewhere else? She said sure. After like five mins we started to walk back to where grandma Karen was. Callie ran ahead, when I got there no one was there exstep for Callie. Then she started to freak out! She started screaming and screaming, “grandma, grandma” I said for her to come with me to find one of the workers. We were really lucky because two mins later I saw one. We ran up to her. Before I could say anything she started talking, she said are you ok, do you want candy, oh do you have to go to the bathroom??? I just roled my eyes at her and said we can’t find are grandma, can you help? She said she couldn’t, but new someone who could. When

I'm doing an interview on my mom Paula because she had a very colorful past. First off, she was born on January 30, 1972 In Cedar Rapids, Iowa thirteen years later she was hit by a car and broke her left leg fast. Forward three years later and she got Hodgkin's disease; a type of cancer that influenced her to live life to the fullest her grandmother also influenced her with lots of things in life especially cooking her high school was uneventful because of cancer she graduated from the university of Iowa in 1999 where she got her bachelor of science and phycology she had two kids the first was in December 2008 and her second one was in 2008 in November after that she. Was a cook for fifteen years she was also a bus driver next she went back

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.

We are all blessed with our grandparents. Some of us are lucky to spend a few hours, days, or weeks with them. I know I am definitely lucky to still have my grandmother around, however, she is not quite there. My baba (grandmother in Serbian) was the most independent and loving human being I have ever come across. She was constantly putting her children, grandchildren, and people she did not even know first. Baba was “the rock” of our family, keeping us all together, until she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease. I will never forget the day I found her house a wreck. The situation really hit my family hard because the fun, loving baba we all knew would soon start to forget due to this awful disease and would later have to move in with us.

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.