The Day My Great Grand Mother

In my family, we have various traditions. The one i'm going to talk about is when we stayed awake through the twenty fourth all the way till midnight. Which was considered christmas. After I grew up, I asked my dad. “Why did we stay up at that time just to open presents”? His response was “You didn’t have school the next day and it was a old tradition you grandparents had when I was younger”. It was a tradition that was brought down from

This was the day I was born and when I first met Mary Noe. Mary, was my grandfather’s oldest sister, who wasn’t married and had no children of her own. However, despite popular belief, she never found herself lonely, because she invested her time into our family and all its crazy activities. Mary, loved babies and children and by luck she had plenty of them running around the house. I was the third oldest in my line of cousins on the Noe side, and as time pasted I had a total of eight cousins and two younger siblings. Thus, as one would suspect holidays where interesting to say the

The day I first met Jane Addams was a cold and brisk November day in 1895. My family took a boat ride from Holland all the way to New York, where we got off and met with my uncle. From there, he took us to the Hull House where I met Jane. Being only eight years old, everything around me impressed me. Jane took our family and I into one of the rooms which had two beds and a bathroom with a little shower. My mother worked at the factories, and my father played the violin. Since they were both gone for most of the day, it left me with a lot of spare time. This is where my journey began.

While he is helping his mother outside with clothes he is taking a peg from the bucket and pointing towards the cloth line which shows that he is curious and has built that knowledge from the daily household routine.

He tells Manolin stories about baseball and teaches him to fish. Hus determination to be

I stood up from the bed, waking Duke up in the process. He jumped down from the bed, giving me a goofy grin, happy that I was fine. "Good boy," I said, scratching his head. I walked over to the door and put my hand on the doorknob, about to open it until I heard voices outside my door.

When I was 10 years old going to my grandparents’ house was a cause for celebration. There was so much space outside to run and play with my two older sisters. We would play for hours until we’d be called in to spend time with our grandparents which could be just as interesting and entertaining as the outdoors. My grandfather, Jim, would tell us stories about his life in the Navy. One story I can still remember vividly to this day.

Family traditions can be good or bad, but in my case family traditions are good. I have a couple of family traditions,but I am just going to talk about one of my birthday traditions. My grandma Lynn always makes sure it happens every year. You’re probably wondering what it is, well it is Wizard of Oz night.

Thanksgiving,turkey,ham. you’re having a beautiful and then you look out side to the neighbors already putting up decorations for christmas. you think in you’re mind “why are they doing this so early”. Don’t you are not the only one is saying this.

As I got up and got ready to go to ODP I realized that today my whole family was going to ODP because my brother wanted to go Stefan’s soccer Inc. to look at all the cool soccer cleats and so i got all my stuff ready and ate breakfast. Then we were all out the door by 5:30. As we got to La Fallout high school where ODP is today. Aaron ( my brother) asked to my Mom, “Mom can we please go to Stefan’s while Ryan is at soccer?”

“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.

I am Rob Geis; a simple guy, not too exquisite. I was also a pretty decent writer before things went south; although the measly royalties from my book sales would tell you otherwise... Heh... Guess people just aren't into interesting stuff anymore. Most of them would prefer to go online and search up cat videos to pass the time instead.

I think Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. Maybe because of the special atmosphere that you can feel everywhere, in shops, restaurants , pubs and even streets, where you can hear the magical carols, or maybe it's because of its religious background, but what I can tell you for sure is that I can't think of anything more exciting than the image of the entire family preparing the Christmas Tree or fixing the Christmas dishes.

Christmas night is my favorite memory. It was our last night all together as a family. My grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and my cousin’s baby whom was named after my Grandpa Jim were all together for the last time. Before going to the hospital, my family (minus Grandma and Grandpa) went to the Christmas eve service. It was different going to the Christmas Eve service in Sioux Falls, it seemed lonelier—something was missing, my heart felt empty. After going to church, our