My Grandfather Interview

An inventor at the fair, Wiard, saw Muir’s inventions and offered him a job in his foundry and machine shop. John accepted the offer and rode with him to Prairie du Chien. He soon realized that Wiard was seldom home and found a different job to pay for his room and board. John devoted his spare time to mechanical drawing, geometry, and physics. After a few months in Prairie du Chien, he returned to Madison in hopes of obtaining an education (Teale, 1982). John worked very hard to one day earn his education. He finally got the opportunity when he talked to a current student at the University of Wisconsin.

interviews of people who have or know people who have experienced historical events of the past. For this essay, I chose to take an oral history of the civil rights movement and the great migration. Preserving the memories of the individuals that lived during these historical events allows for many things in addressing the silence of African American experiences within U.S. History. First, memories and recollections taken from oral histories may differ from the perspectives of those who have appear on historical records or may be completely absent from any other documentations. Also, because cameras and video cameras were not as easily accessible as they are today, the majority of history is documented from peoples’ memories through letters, diaries, and oral history interviews. In addition, taking an oral history allows me to ask specific questions towards what I am are interested in documenting about the civil rights movement and the great migration. Lastly, oral histories are somewhat viewed as a “revisionist” to the study of both the civil rights movement and the great migration because it takes firsthand accounts of those participating on campaigns and protests and also of those were watching from afar and allows readers to understand each individual part of what made the movement as a whole.

On my fourteenth birthday there was a very special visit from my Uncle Shawn who was a ParaRescue Jumper in the Air Force, this visit was special because that Shawn was always deployed saving people. Shawn was my hero I looked up to him in every way, I had very little idea of how much my Uncle would impact my life on that day. Shawn had a very important story to tell me about his service, the world, and how the United States handled it’s influence. This modern epic had everything of the olden day stories that were told around campfires, it went something like

He would wander out of his regular classes and find himself in the auto body shop. His father donated a car to the school so students would be able to learn how to take it apart and put it back together. He would take his old-school muscle car to the shop when it needed fixing. When asked why he never followed his dreams of becoming a mechanic, his reply was “it was more schooling, and I didn’t have the drive to do more of it.” Consenquently as he got older and had a full-time job, and needed a more reliable vehicle to transport him around, he stopped working on

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.

Every twenty years, since 1908, the Committee of Twelve competed against each other for the privilege of selecting a prominent writer to update, ‘The Road to Glory: the History of the Gotitright Family.’ To minimize stress, on Selection Day, the twelve members of the Committee played numerous rounds of - rock, paper, and scissors, and the victor selected the writer from the Committee’s approved list.

This is my Grandfather Lowell Fetters, my mothers father. He was drafted into the war at 19 in 1967 and shipped off to war at 20 in 1968 a year after graduating from Ludington high school. He is now 69 years old. He lived in Ludington Michigan with his wife before we were involved in the war. He now lives in Muskegon Michigan He served in the war, and now he just plays pool with his friends. I interviewed him on February 28th over the phone, we talked for 30 minutes.

My grandfather turned 100 years old in 1875. On the night of his birthday he pulled me aside and told me about his life; and significant moments in history which he found worth telling. He was born in Pennsylvania in 1775, “on the eve of the American Revolution”. His father was from Britain and his mother was from Ireland. They both came to the colonies because they saw opportunities here. Their form of transportation was by boat. When they arrived they had no money and had to become indentured slaves. They ended up working together, his mother said it was love at first sight, and when his father had the chance to pick who his woman would be, when he finished his contract with the owner, he chose her. They moved to a cottage and had a

I am most content when I am at my grandparent’s house. It is the most relaxing place in the world. Right as I walk in the door, the smell of either fresh baked cookies or hot blueberry pancakes with maple syrup make you feel welcomed right as you walk in the door. But that is just the great smell, they taste even better. My grandma’s cookies are always good but are best right out of the oven. The soft heated cookie with melted chocolate chips just melts in your mouth. And my grandpa's mouthwatering steaming blueberry pancakes can make anybody feel great and ready for their day. One of my favorite thing to do is watch sports with grandpa. It isn't much but it relaxes me. Another great memory is Easter. Every Easter

Every twenty years, since 1908, the Committee of Twelve competed against each other for the privilege of selecting the prominent writer to update, ‘The Road to Glory: the History of the Gotitright Family.’ To minimize stress, on Selection Day, the twelve members of the Committee played numerous rounds of - rock, paper, and scissors, and the victor selected the writer from the Committee’s approved list.

“Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeep!” my alarm clock was piercing my eardrums. I got up slowly, my alarm clock still going off. It seemed as if the loudness was just getting louder and louder. Finally, I stumbled out of bed, turning my alarm off. After I got dressed, I went downstairs to pack my mother’s amazing cookies for school. Her secret is adding the right measure of mixing because mixing develops gluten in the sugar, making the cookies a chewy consistency, adding the right measure of shape because round dough balls take longer to bake, resulting in softer, thicker cookies, besides adding the correct amount of spacing because cookies baked at low temperatures spread more during baking and need approximately 2 inches between them. It also depends on the temperature, and the quantity of time you bake them for because a low temperature and longer baking time yield crisper, thinner cookies; a higher heat and shorter baking time makes softer, thicker cookies. My mom taught me these rules of cooking when I was around five. What can I say, I guess I just have a way of cooking.

It wasn’t until the morning of Saturday, May 21, 2016 that I realized what the true feeling of unconditional love was. The moment a parent looks into his or her child’s eyes there is just so much love it’s unbelievable. People think they know what love is when they love a significant other, family member, or a close friend; however, that love is nothing compared to the love a parent experiences the day his or her child is born. That is the love I felt the moment I placed my beautiful baby boy on my chest.

Lazarus—John 11:1-12:11: A man named Lazarus is in poor health and close to dying. Jesus Christ knows Lazarus and cares about him deeply. When he hears that Lazarus is sick he plans to go and visit Lazarus. There was word that Lazarus had died and Jesus says that he must go and “awaken him from his sleep.” However this “sleep” is in fact death. Jesus goes to the tomb of Lazarus and orders him to walk out. Lazarus is able to walk out of the tomb on his own and is alive. Jesus says that whoever believes in him will have eternal life. Jesus is able to bring Lazarus back from the dead.

Every time I have given a talk in church in the past, it has been around a holiday. Today does not interrupt that pattern, as this week holds one of my favorite holidays, Thanksgiving. So, as I was thinking about this, I figured I would try to center my talk on Thanksgiving. However, that was not the topic I was directly given. My assignment was to speak on any of the talks given in this past General Conference. So, I immediately went onto LDS.org and started searching through the topics from Ocotber’s General Conference, but failed to see the topic Thanksgiving, or Gratitude. I looked then under topics that felt similar, like grace, humility, compassion and service. However, none of these words and the talks that they revealed felt right for today. I then quickly texted my dad to ask if he had any suggestions. He told me to speak on the ponderizing talk or the one about Great Aunt Rose. I filed those suggestions away and resumed my search online. I soon came across the topic joy and under that was the talk by President Uchtdorf “A Summer with Great-Aunt Rose.” I followed the prompting at that point, because when the spirit tells you twice, you shouldn’t wait for a third. I began re-reading the talk and the spirit confirmed that this was where I would find my Thanksgiving talk.

April 6th, 302 NU. That was the day I was born. I guess you could say I was one of the first new beings to inhibit our new world. Our parental units were those whom, had traveled here decades before to start this “NU” or New Universe. Since our world is the only planet in existence we had to develop a society from the bare bones of our natural state. After The Great Decay of the 21st Century, many of my ancestors decided they had to leave their current planet and develop a better way of societal living. Due to traumatic experiences we do not ask the elders about their knowledge on the Unknown Planet and our past lessons do not educate us on the pre-planet lifestyle. Our new habitat was the planet of Neuhukama. My unit populates the private