My grandpa parked the car outside his home after a 12-hour drive from the Chennai International Airport to pick me up from my journey halfway across the world. The front house door swung open to reveal my grandmother who was waiting for us. We warmly greeted each other, and I took my suitcase inside. My grandparents went to the second floor of their house to unlock a room for my stay. As I waited in the living room, my eyes caught a flicker of movement inside the kitchen. I cautiously stood up
Back when my great grandma was alive, my family started a tradition. This tradition was making popcorn balls and sugar cookies every year for christmas. Now this tradition has been going on for many years, up until a few years ago. My grandmother and grandfather were supposed to come over on Christmas eve to stay the night at my family’s house. On Christmas eve morning, it had snowed so much, my grandparents couldn’t even back out of their driveway. They're too old to shovel the snow, and the
significant to ones life. For me, it is a certain place that I hold near and dear. This place not only was always a safe haven for me, but also a spot to where I could just be free and relax from all obstacles life has thrown. The place I am talking about is my Grandmother 's house. As a child, my cousins and I would visit her and my grandfather. Coinciding with their home and personalities, their yard alone, was so full of life. Of course family were not the only people who were allowed to visit their home
interviewed was my mother 's mom, Tonia Johnston. She is one of my oldest relatives, at age 68. All of my great grandparents are deceased. We started off with talking about her great grandparents- that was about as far as she could remember and still give me adequate information. Her great grandparents names were Emma, who died at 64, and Palmer, who died at 86. They migrated to America from Norway, to escape the poverty that they faced and the lack of jobs. Palmer 's hope of moving to America was to find
speaking with my grandparents and my parents, I have found that my travel experiences are different, and the notion of traveling will change generation to generation. Traveling is different depending on where one goes, how long they stay, and what one does there. In my experience, traveling has consisted of packing a bag, driving to the airport, getting on a plane and traveling to a destination that is considerably far away. I would not consider going to a place a couple of hours away from my home traveling
My ancestors are the Phoenician people who vanished from history 2,000 years ago. They are the one that created the alphabets and taught us to read. All of my grandparents and great grandparents lived in Lebanon, some in the village and some in the city Beirut. Their religion background was Christian-catholic, orthodox, and evangelical. My great grandmother and her children were the first people in my family to move to the U.S. which later I would talk about their experiences and careers they
Taking in life experiences and circumstances that have a lasting impression on how individuals function and cope every day in their lives. Mills beliefs held fast that people conform to themselves and their surroundings according to similarities and relations from their past life events (Conley, 2015, p. 4). This essay will explain how I have gotten to where I am; even though statistically I should have failed. Personal Explanation I was a junior in high school and became pregnant. My now ex-husband
My Family History Family history is very important to an individual. By knowing where you come from, you can have a better perspective of your life. Having a clear understanding of your family background allows you to better appreciate the things that you would normally take for granted. The house, the car, and the average clothing may look better when one sees the sacrifices their family has made. They will see that their family has worked very hard just so their family can experience the better
for most people. My summer vacation was packed. I ended up going to five states in a total of three weeks. One whole week was spent in D.C., but that is a story for another time. I want to tell you about my trip down south with my dad’s side of the family. The trip was crazy, hectic, and full of a lot of driving; it was really fun at the same time. I hope my explanation of this trip will come close to the amount of joy this summer trip brought me. I had not flown since I was in second grade,
years since I moved....Family. Life. Memories. It was a night filled with memories, experiences, and most of all, the word: family. A night where a new life will begin and most of all a night where I was depressed ; a year ‘till I will see my grandparents. I looked into their eyes for the final time, and boarded into the airplane. Everyone was crestfallen about this move; tears coming down their cheeks. I was young, thrilled for a new experience, yet to realize true meaning of family, life, and the