Grandma

forth so nimble like that it was practically second nature to her. Grandma had always loved to knit, more than she loved to do anything else in the world. Carefree and engulfed with her creations grandma would knit for hours on end in the same worn down grungy old recliner that she should have let grandpa throw away years ago. I could never really understand how something as simple as knitting needles and yarn could keep my grandma so content and happy. As she begins to weave yet another creation

into the car my grandma called to me, “Alito!” she yelled and I immediately turned around with a big smile on my face, like one of those huge smiles where all your teeth are showing. I remember my grandmother really well. She was a heavyset lady with long black hair and a very rough voice. Grandma's voice was like a pissed off boss, assertive and loud but whenever she spoke you would listen attentively. My grandmother also had a beauty mark on her face by her left eye. To me, my grandma was the most

My Great Grandma always used to say, “You girls will make beautiful brides” That is something that has stuck with me ever since she said it. My great grandma’s name was Bessie T. Cupal. No one really knows what her middle name was. She was an amazing person, and lived an amazing life. I know this because even though I was only 11 when she died, she told me many stories of her life. She was born in the US, but went back to the Czech Republic with her family soon after. “When I was 14, I came back

medical field due to it having grown to be an integral part of me. One of my most profound memories is a Sunday afternoon while my Nonna Great Grandma and I are waiting in our car. We are carrying on small talk when I notice a sudden shift in the atmosphere as my Nonna turns to my Great Grandma and inquires “Do you know who I am?” To which my Great grandma replies aghast “Of course, You’re my sister!” I note the tears that well up in my Nonna's eyes. My heart shatters and for an instant pure terror

In september Jason and I went to Jason’s grandmas on a nice hot sunny day. His dad took us and when we got there we went back to the shed. Then we got in the Geo and we were gone and then when we got done to the creek he let me drive. Also the Geo is a stick shift. So then we got out of the Geo and frankie was swimming in the creek so we got out and joined them and I was thinking about something and I did it I got in the creek and then I got right back out and got in the Geo and took off then 10

just of the plan. They were using Corbin's grandma as bait to kill the Reaper. We stayed up a lot of the nights until they felt a calmness come upon the house, and a shiver run down each of their backs. The Reaper was here! As they got into position they saw the Reaper come in it was about to get her until Corbin yelled NOW! Lizzie flicked on the lights, Corbin, Jon, and Joe turned on their flashlights, and forced the Reaper into a corner. Corbin’s grandma woke up and saw the Reaper and past out. The

simply one’s belief in God. In a quest to further understand the true meaning of faith, I needed to find someone with a Catholic background and effusive wisdom. I immediately knew who I was going to interview. For the faces project, I interviewed my Grandma Rene Garvey. Born in 1927, she has always been a devoted Catholic and a firm believer in God. In Omaha, Nebraska, she raised three daughters and four sons, one being my father. After her children moved away, she dedicated her life to the Church and

Life with Grandma My grandma’s house was my home away from home. The house was white and kind of run down, but she made the best of it. The house had a big yard with a garden on the side. She was the kind of woman who loved her flowers. There were a lot of different kinds of that flowers she liked, but her favorites were lilacs and african violets. I loved being at my Grandma’s house, it made me happy. I was always excited and happy to go to my grandma’s house. She always made me laugh and

I thought she meant she missed Grandma. So the next day I asked if we could visit Grandma and my mother said we could. We met my grandmother on her front porch. She spoke spanish so quickly I could not comprehend anything she said. Inside her house spanish music played loudly and it smelled like beans and tortillas

regret it when something happens to them. We spent a surprising amount of time with my great-grandma, even though she lived in Arizona, and I am extremely grateful that we did because her death was completely unexpected. She stayed in South Dakota briefly, and we took that opportunity to visit her, not thinking it would be the last time. Our family went to Sioux Falls for a cross country race and my great-grandma happened to be there for a very short time. While we visited her, my sister interviewed