My Grandma Essay

oven,wearing strawberry shortcake pajamas, and listening to Roger Rabbit playing in the distance. Walking upstairs with my small feet stomping on the cold hardwood floors. Watching my grandma take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and putting them in a baby blue plate, she puts them on the center of the table. “Good morning sweetie” “Hi grandma” I said in my high pitched sleepy voice. “We bought cranberry juice , for you guys this weekend. Do you want some for breakfast?”…

The smell was awful. I have never smelt anything so revolting in my life. There was a combination of different distinct smells. Old food, smelly feet and something else I could not really describe. The room looked just as horrible as it smelled. The couches were covered in food and some cushions were ripped in the oddest way, like someone had been clawing at them. Was there a cat? A fish tank in the corner of the room was filled with dark green water. If I looked close enough at the tank, I…

Remembering Grandma I knew molto about my grandma, before I even knew her. I knew my grandma was compassionate, and delightful; I knew my grandma wasn’t afraid to succumb you into trouble, as long as you deserved it. She was elegant, and intelligent; I’ve always thought of her as a paragon. A grandma swinging a little girl in her arms Most days the me and my grandma were the only ones there, that was because my parents worked and my sister was at school. I was glad to not have anyone else to…

this project. Having her as my grandma I have looked up too her as a role model and admired the way she puts others needs before herselfs. I loved hearing more about her early life I have never heard before. I always wondered how my grandma became such affectionate person. Her childhood was the answer. She went through a series of hard events in her life that made her the person she is today. A new aspect I learned during the interview was that the time period my grandma grew up in was right…

In my life there have been many influential people who have helped me become who I am today. Whether they are part of my family, one of my friends, or a teacher that I had throughout my years in school, each person has managed to make an impact on my life, even if I did not notice it at the time. One person in particular has fed and continues to feed my mind with both love and reverence. That person is my Grandma Lela. My Grandma, even though she does not have a license in education, has taught…

the story are grandma, grandma's daughter; Natalie, grandma's son-in-law; John, and John's mother; Bess. The three issues about the story are disciplining of a child, what sons should do for their parents, and how a child should behave as a grandchild. In grandma's view, how to discipline a child is by spanking her or him. Grandma believe spanking a child is an efficient way to handle a child. The article, "Who's Irish?" states," You spank her, she'll stop, I say another day. Grandma wants…

Position Narrative My grandma dying was something I didn 't understand as an eight year old. I was raised by my grandparents because my parents didn 't have a steady life for they were young when I was born. So my mum worked and was in college and for my dad he continued to work a job that required traveling. I had already began to know my grandparents as my parents by the time my birth parents were well off. So they continued to let me know them as sister and uncle. My first everything were…

buffer in uncomfortable situations between individuals. The importance of food for my family in particular is no different. With people traveling hours upon hours for a meal and a day’s worth of socialization the classic dish of chicken n’ noodles is always included in the meal. This classic homemade dish has become a standard at many family gathering events. Since I can remember my whole family has come over to my house for Thanksgiving to celebrate and eat an extravagant meal. Over the years…

to me. And my memories don’t come back like it was just yesterday. My first encounters with learning to read was the hardest things I have ever done in elementary school. My great grandma, Ella, and teacher assistant, Miss Frieda, taught me how to read. Every week I was sent home with a word list we were to learn. If I was lucky the list would only be ten words. My mother worked two jobs so she was always gone. But to her convience and mine we lived less than one hundred feet from my great…

until my BIG 30. I was awoken by the call telling my mom my grandma passed away. I was devastated, but knew it was only a matter of time before she was to pass. I thought I was prepared, but I was not. Me and my grandma had a bond like no other.; I was her princess and she was my granny mae (my sunshine). She was a hand full, but I enjoyed being near her no matter if she was having a good day or a bad day. I could listen to her stories over and over; I just liked listening to her talk. My…