Speech About My Grandmother

When I look back at my childhood I cannot picture it without you. You have helped shaped who I am today and for that I thank you. When I think of you i think about all the love that you have to give. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I will always cherish the memories that I have with you.

While my grandfather, Frank Smith, and my great-grandmother, Jeannette Smith, were alive they resided in my home. I never met my grandmother, Georgie Smith, as she passed away when my mother was seven.

Back in the days, my wonderful Grandmother died in 1980 and left a few things around. My Mother went to her house to find out what she left in her house. I wasn’t born then but my mom told me what happened we really miss our grandmother and how she made us laugh and cry at some times. When my grandmother was alive she used to tell us how slavery was back in the days. We used to actually cry when she told us that we couldn’t believe how they use to get treated back in the days .My grandmother was a helping kind lady that helped us when she could that was the only person that looked out for us. She was the best in the world I know everybody else in the world wish they still have they grandmother. Whenever we didn’t have anything to eat my grandmother would make us something

Thank you for your kind words regarding my grandmother; she and I were extremely close, and my brother and I spent hours with her. Sadly, she passed away a couple years ago after being sick for a while. A death like hers is so bittersweet. I watched her let go of life, but with it she let go of all the pain of her illness, and that made the loss a little easier. I inherited the ring my grandfather gave her when they were both young and my grandpa had just returned from the Korean War. They got married soon after this and I think about how young they were and wonder how they were able to remain happy for so many years. I wear the ring a lot because it’s like I own a little piece of her. After her children and grandchildren, that ring was probably the thing she loved most in this world, and I’m so thankful I get to carry it.

I couldn’t figure out what part she played in my life. She couldn’t remember my name when I was about eight. I wondered why. From what I know or was told, my grandmother was a little unusual for her time. Born in the 1920’s, she was the first in her family to get her bachelors and masters degrees, which was pretty impressive for a woman born in the 1920’s. She had a beautiful singing voice and was a member of AFTRA, did radio shows for KDKA in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania then became a speech pathologist and worked with children in the Milton Public School for most of her adult life. She was involved in church choirs and musical theatre and met my grandfather performing in Cohasset Summer Stock shows which were popular in the 1940s. She and my grandfather got married after he returned home from the war, settled in Milton where they raised two children, my mom and my uncle, sent them to Milton Academy, then to Harvard University and Wellesley College. They retired comfortably in their East Milton home, went to Fort Lauderdale, Florida semi-annually and did what a lot of retirees do… watched their health deteriorate. My grandfather bought an ice cream truck business and a segway when he was in his 70’s but that’s a talk for a different

“Take me with you to America, dad!” I said. Tears escape my grandmother’s eyes. “I am tired of living the gypsy life!” Sobs thunder out of her, spill over the banks.

It was a cold October 30 of 2016. Corbin and his friends where walking home from school. Corbin’s three friends names where Lizzie, blond hair girl with brown eyes with a pink jacket and black jeans, and was 15 years old. Jon and Joe were brothers, or twins. They both had red hair, with light brown eyes and were both 15 years old. Corbin dark brown hair, blue eyes and was 15 years old. Lizzie had just lost her Mom two days ago in her sleep. Corbin had lost both his parents the same way. Joe and Jon say they lost an uncle the same way to, but they don’t really believe them.

I grew up in a small village in Mexico where there were no health care professionals. My grandmother was one of the women in the village who would take care of the sick. The knowledge and wisdom she gained over the years was passed on to my mother. One day, I remember my mother asking me to accompany her. It was late at night, all of the dogs would bark at us as we walked by, and I did not know where we were going. We came to the house of a sick child. It was then, I realized that my mother had been asked to come and give the child medicine. The privilege of getting to help the child get well again gave me a sense of accomplishment. What we had done there guided me to strive for something that would give me that same sense of accomplishment. In 1996, my family and I got the opportunity to move to the United States. As a little girl, I did not understand how such a sad and difficult goodbye would bring me to a better future. A place that has brought me closer, than I had ever thought, to accomplishing my dream of becoming a pharmacist. I am grateful for of all of the opportunities that living and studying in the United States has brought.

Hair down to my butt and within minutes it was chopped to my shoulders.This kind of haircut did not happen everyday. All fifteen of the inches I had cut off were donated to Locks of Love in my grandma's honor. When she became sick with her cancer I decided that I wanted to grow my hair out and give it to a charity that would make it into a wig. Even though my Grandma, who I call Ahme, died when I was in first grade she still remains close to my heart. In the short time that I had with her she showed me how to be a selfless, loving person and to always give to others.

As we are driving to my grandmother's house in the early morning, my family gets excited about the upcoming family festivities, and memories to be relived. Family members and friends are so excited to see each other and those family members we haven't seen in years. As we pass all the decorations on the houses, mom steps on the gas to make us go a little quicker, so we can see my grandma faster.

When i was younger and my family went out every weekend my grandmother would take care of all their kinds the when they got home take care of them. She would have over 20 people in her house and she would get up and cook of all of us. When the first time she got sick she went to the hospital and that would be the first of many days.

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

It had been a regular Sunday, the family was getting together at Grandma’s house for dinner. However, one chair remained empty like always. The chair reserved for the youngest grandson, Benny, currently fighting overseas.

My grandma was one of the most caring and selfless persons I knew. She was a survivor of breast cancer, but was later diagnosed with cancer in her liver because it had moved from her breast to her liver. The doctors told her she didn’t have much longer to live, and she realized that. Her death was very hard, mainly because it was the first one I ever experienced in my family. She passed away on July 7,2016. While the story leading up to her funeral was very confusing for me, there was a lot of important life things to remember.

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.