Travels With My Aunt. Essay

My great-grandmother was raised by her mom, dad, and other relatives. She, and many cousins, were raised up as brother and sister in a close-knit family. Harriett Marshall, my great-grandmother, was born in Saltillo, Tennessee on January 7, 1931. She has lived through many trying times. It is a blessing to live through so many events that changed the nation, even the world. She has lived through the following events and many more: The Great Depression, World War II, the historic signing of Jackie Robinson, Brown v. Board of Education, the Civil Rights movement and many more.

In 1974, my mother, and her lower class family, emigrated from Canada to New City, New York. They moved frequently back and forth between various American and Canadian cities due to my grandfather’s lack of finding long-term employment; he has a book filled with pages upon pages of business cards and papers recording his numerous previous employers. Eventually, my grandfather found a steady job in print, working for the New York Times in 1985, my grandmother opened her own bookstore for a brief period in time, and my mother and her siblings all attended and graduated from four-year colleges. The entire family continues to retain sole Canadian citizenship. As improved a life they have been provided, not all immigration stories have such a happy ending. Most immigrant families coming from south of the United States border, in the same financial situation as my mother and her family had been, will not have such luck. They are stuck in a paradox of stereotypes, between being perceived by the suburban white family as “lazy” or “taking all of our jobs.” Why is it that we turn a blind eye to our neighbors to the north, as if they collectively live up to the stereotype of unfaltering niceness? Though much has been said about these immigrants coming to the United States from Latin America, very little attention is being paid to the immigrants coming from Canada and Western Europe due to prejudice.

Unfortunately I see this conversation ending with Celeste and Jim both very upset and no solutions to the conflict being discussed. It seems that at the end of this scenario the conflict was beginning to spiral out of control, and communication was shutting down. It will end with Celeste and Jim blowing up at each other and not being willing to understand the others perspective about the situation. They will not talk for a while after this happens and Jim will hire Nikki as he intended to from the beginning. As a negative end to this conflict I see Jim and Celeste looking back over the conflict still trying to defend their position (retrospective goals).

Not many people get excited when they talk about Chisinau, Moldova, but I do! God sent me to Moldova for five days, June fifth through twelfth, for my first mission trip out of the United States. The goal of my mission trip was to teach English to kids with a church called Meteora in Chisinau, love on kids, and get to know the city and culture of Moldova. It was our goal in Moldova to be God’s hands and feet.

It was a sad and dark afternoon when I had to give away my dog because we were going to move with my aunt because we couldn't stay in my old house.

The summer of 2017, the Anderson County High School Band from Garnett, Kansas went on a trip to Florida. The band had to raise $1200 per person to go. We tried to fundraise as much money as possible. We did everything from raking leaves, to selling cookies. The band had not been able to do anything like this in a while. We were not going to miss out on the opportunity. Eventually the time came to head on our way.

My father is of both Italian and French decent. My grandmother arrived on Ellis Island in 1909 with her nine siblings. My mother is also of Italian decent with her ancestors arriving on Ellis Island in 1899 from Naples Italy.

The grandmother did not want to travel to Florida with her son, Bailey and her daughter in law for the vacation. She preferred to go East Tennessee, where she is familiar with. The grandmother tries to convince her son, by saying the Misfit is a loose from federal pen and has escaped from prison and headed toward Florida. (O’Connor’s 405). The grandmother goes as far as to say to her son that the children has been to Florida so why take them in the direction of a convict. Bailey nor his wife paid the grandmother any attention, but the little boy John Wesley, stated, that if she did not want to go to Florida, she can stay home. The day of the trip the grandmother was the first one ready to go because she did not want to leave her cat Pitty

This woman has one of the most interesting linguistic varieties among the African Americans in this text. Her most common language attribute is her negation of the word endings in present progressive verbs. She tends to omit the word ending “-g” in words like “cookin’,” “interesin’,” and even the noun “feelin’s”. The form of these verbs agrees with the Southern drawl as well as AAVE. This pattern and feature of AAVE is still used in today’s form of the language.

Henry started rationalizing his behavior in running from the enemy. At first he feels he was a

I went on a trip to North Carolina with my aunt so I made a playlist for the drive its about 8 hours away. She didn't really like my playlist, but that's okay, I did.

Someone who has always been important and has impacted me is my aunt Jojo. Jojo is my dad's oldest sister who lives 10 minutes from the rushing waters of the Atlantic, and you can smell the salt water of the Bass river. She has been a colossal part of life. Never married JoJo is in her 60s happily sitting in her one story house. When she was a kid and a young adult, women were expected to marry a nice young man and settle down, but JoJo decided to leave her mark instead of just being another girl. She went to Regis, a all girls school at the time, and was inducted into the hall of fame there for all three sports she played, golf, basketball, and softball. She is very intelligent as well (find some sort of awards). She inspires me to work hard

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

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.

My grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. As the family has gotten older and we have all had our own children we do not visit as we should. I visited with my grandmother many times when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the back door of her house you would notice a long, narrow kitchen that led into the main living and dining room of her house. The smell of food home cooked food was quite evident. Grandmother cooked every day and always cooked big meals on holidays for the family.