Sally Kay Brom: My Hero's Life

My Uncle was married twice; first to Michelle he has three kids Michael, Brienne, and Killian. On January 10, 2002 he married the love of his life; the woman I call my Aunt Colette. She is no longer with us; she passed away on March 2, 2014. She was involved in a tragic single motorcycle accident. She was only 59. “We were all very grateful to know Colette, not only because of the wonderful person that she was, and the joy that she spread in our lives, but because she used all the moments in her life to share her wonderful experiences with us and took the time to teach us all a little bit about life.” Michael Purta (Obituary). The death of my Aunt was the hardest time of his life; not only mourning the loss of his wife, but learning

She dropped the pitcher. She loaded the cannon. These were the actions of Molly Pitcher, heroine of Monmouth. She brought pitchers of water to parched soldiers during the Revolutionary War. Molly Pitcher, born Mary Ludwig, was an American hero who will always be remembered.

I interviewed my grandmother. Her name is Sandra Sue Wardlaw. But I call her Mamaw. Mamaw was born in Dayton Ohio on July 25, 1938. She still lives in Dayton, but Brooklynn Dayton. Mamaws parents names are Roy and Ruth Strader. Roy is her dad and Ruth is her mom. Mamaw also has three sisters and one brother. Their names are Marcia, Cheryl, Lynn, and Jerry Strader. By now all of her sisters have married last names. Mamaw has lived all over Dayton Ohio. She attended Jefferson Township School System when she was in school. Mamaw is short and has grey hair. Sometimes she dies her hair blonde. She needs glasses to read and is very sassy.

I had always adored being in the classroom with her and trying to learn what she was teaching her classes, although they were much higher above my learning level. I had gone to the school with her for a couple years up until the time she had retired. This was an important aspect of my life because as I got older, English was always my strong point in school. Having her teach me how to read and write helped me become advanced in my English classes. I had always gotten high grades in all of my English courses or I was always put in the higher level reading groups at school. My grandmother really helped me establish a broad range of vocabulary; with this I was able to write quite well even as a young child in my younger

My grandma Linda was her only daughter. I spent weeks at Ma’s house in Holstein, Iowa. Christmas for the Grell’s was always hosted at Ma’s house. When I was young she would take me swimming at the communities pool, and ice cream afterwards. Ma’ was an expert cook, her favorite summer dish was fried chicken. She was nearly famous for that fried chicken. In September of 2012 Doctors discovered a tumor in Ma’s liver. Ma’s children paid for an assisted living home in Sioux City, Iowa. She pasted away March 21, 2013. Leading up to March the relationship between my mother and her parents decrepitated. My grandparents refused to come to my high school graduation.

Doris is my great-great aunt born on November 25, 1917, in Salina, Kansas. Nowadays if someone is born anywhere other than a hospital it is weird, but then it was not. Doris was born in her house. She lived in a 2-story house with a “big room”, also known as a living room, on the main floor and one bedroom upstairs. Doris’s family consisted of 5 people altogether: Mom, Hilma; Dad, Carl; 2 brothers (LeRoy, they also called him Sandy, and Lauren), and Doris. Doris was the youngest by eleven years. She lived in Salina during the Dust Bowl, she was 12 years old when the first storm hit.

In 1912 a child was born his name was Everett Babcock (1912-1974), he eventually would become my grandfather. In 1937 he would marry my grandmother, Mary McFarland (1910-1969) and they would have 3 children Everett Babcock (1937-2017) my father, Edna Mae (1940-2004), and Thomas (1944-2008). Everett worked as an auto mechanic and Mary as a beautician to support and provide for their 3 children. In 1969 Mary was diagnosed with colon cancer and die a short time later, 5 years later in 1974 my grandfather would be diagnosed with lung cancer but would suffer a heart attack and die. Since I was still a young child and didn’t live close to my paternal grandparents I don’t remember what the relationships were like. The most I remember is when we

Everyone goes through rough patches in their life. Some of these patches are easy to accomplish and easy to get over. Our medicine has gotten better over time, but years ago the survival rate wasn’t that good. My grandma whose name is Linda is a breast cancer survivor and also survived with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Not everyone in this world can say she has have survived cancer this many times, especially with such low survival rates. My Grandma still puts a smile on everyone faces even when she’s in pain. She makes all of her children and grandchildren beautiful quilts, so we can have something to remember her by, if something were to happen. She loves to bake. There isn’t one occasion that there won’t be some type of desert made by her. She has so many beautiful talents.

What I think is the most significant historical event that has happened during my lifetime is 9/11. Even though I was two years old at the time, it still took a giant toll on America as a whole with its sense of security and the affect it had on the economy. 9/11 was a series of 4 adroit terrorist attacks by Al Qaeda, an Islamic terrorist group, on the United States on September 11, 2001. The attack targeted symbolic United States landmarks such as the North and South Towers of the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. In total, 2,996 people had died and caused at least $10 billion in property and infrastructure damage. It was the most deadly incident for firefighters and law enforcers in the history of the United States. The U.S. was suspicious

Born on march 25th, 1927, passed away on october 28th of 2014. Evelyn Bollinger Arrowood, 87, of Southern Pines, was a daughter of the late Russell and Jessie Bollinger. She was preceded in death by her husband, William Thomas Arrowood and her daughter, Donna A. Dougherty. Evelyn was an amazing cook, baker, and gardener. She was a loving and devoted mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. My great grandmother’s death was the first time i realized what i believe in. She had a beautiful memorial service, with beautiful people she cared about sharing the beautiful memories that they had with her during her lifetime. I was only 12 years old when i saw her lifeless body in the casket and i couldn’t help

My grandmother like to spend her free time on Facebook, but when she is not on Facebook she bakes, cooks, and listens to music. My grandma is interested in old, and classical music. The song she likes the most is by is by the five heartbeats “We haven’t finished yet”. My grandma also likes shopping and going to the beach.

Joyce Ann Thigpen was born on February 17th, 1946 to Edward Franklin Rich and Dorthy Thigpen in her grandmother's house on a little farm four miles from Trenton, North Carolina. She was then adopted by her grandmother Mary Ann Thigpen because her parents were not married at the time. Joyce met a linemen that was working on power lines on my family’s land. Joyce later married the linemen, my grand daddy, Frank Linney Roark Sr., at the young age of sixteen. In the process of getting married she had to have her birth certificate and that was when she found out that her mother was really her grandmother. After Joyce and Frank got married they then moved to Clinton, North Carolina. Joyce gave birth

This is a letter in support of Sally Robertson, a very talented teacher with whom I have had the pleasure of working as her student and her colleague over the course of many years at Georgia Perimeter College.

The thing you should know about her is: She loved God, family and friends. She loved anything about John Deere. She adored Kids, (Lead a youth class at church). She lived for cheering and did it to perfection. She had a zest for life. Whatever she was doing, she gave it 110%.

My grandmother, Esther Turner, has impacted my life in more ways than just simply being there for me, as a grandmother. She’s much more than that, in my eyes. Being the eldest of three, I’ve always taken on more responsibility as the older sister. It was my job to show my little brother and sister which paths were safe to take in this wild, confusing maze called life. At times, I felt like a mother myself, and at a young age, I found myself slightly intimidated by all the responsibilities that were laid on my shoulders. The main person I could talk to freely and openly, without judgment, was my grandmother. We have always been able to speak to each other about any and everything, nothing was off limits. That’s what I think brought us so close, the fact that she accepted me entirely for the person I presented to her.