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  • An Analysis of the Charater the Grandmother in "A Good Man Is Hard to Find"

    Man Is Hard to Find the grandmother considers herself to be a lady as well as a good person. The grandmother does not think it’s a good idea for the family to go to Florida with a criminal, the Misfit, on the loose and says that she “’couldn’t answer to [her] conscience if [she] did’” (O’Connor 454). On the trip the grandmother is dressed in a blue dress and a wide brimmed hat, even though she was reluctant to go on the trip she was the first in the car. The grandmother says that she is dressed

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  • My Family : My Grandmother

    When I look at every generation of my family, I notice that there are both similarities and difference in the way we were raised. In my family, it always seemed that the older generation wanted to make the lives of the younger generation better than what they had. This can especially be seen in the way my maternal grandmother, my mother, and I were raised by our parents and how we have gone on to live our lives. Each of us grew up in a different time, but many of the core ideals in our family have

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  • The House on Mango Street - Characterization

    Esperanza: the Person Behind the Print In The House on Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros, a little girl from a Latino heritage is given birth to. Not literally, but in the sense of characterization. Esperanza is a fictional character made up by Cisneros to bring about sensitive, alert, and rich literature. She is the protagonist in the novel and is used to depict a female’s life growing up in the Latino section of Chicago. Cisneros creates the illusion that Esperanza is a real human being to communicate

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  • My Grandmother, My Guardian Angel Essay

    I vividly recall the weekend trips to Grandma's house as a child. Upon entering the familiar, wooden door, I am greeted with the aroma of a home-cooked meal and the humble scent of cinnamon potpourri. Mom and I reserve our place at the memory-carved table as the last dashes of spice are added to a recipe known by all, but never duplicated. As I finish the last few bites of a garlic-graced dish, I find myself the attraction of a furry creature with intense green eyes. I know without looking that the

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  • Grandpa's House Essay

    Grandpa's House As I walk in through the door, I begin to sense the feeling of warmth come over me. This is the feeling I get every time I arrive at my Grandpa's house in Price, Utah. It's where I spent the first five years of my life. This is my second home. My family and I live about four hours away from Price, but that still doesn't stop us from going to visit as often as possible. The drive there is rather boring, but it's worth being able to see the familiar landscape of my past. After

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  • Eating Breakfast At My Grandparent 's House

    for many brings up the raw emotion of that day. Some were at work, some at school, but most were effected this event for the rest of their life’s. For me, I remember very vaguely eating breakfast at my grandparent’s house. We were about to change the channel when we saw the first plane hit. My grandfather who just retired from the FBI knew of the seriousness of the event. He remarked “this was no accident”. He was defiantly right. After that day America was sent looking for answers, but who

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  • My Grandmother And The Great Depression

    My grandmother, Joan Favors, was born Joan Frietas, in Oakland, California on August 16, 1929. Her father worked in the lumber industry, and her mother stayed at home and took care of the family. My great-grandmother was Italian, and her father had come on a ship from Italy to avoid being put into the army. She married my great-grandpa who’s father came to American on a whaling ship from the Portuguese islands, the Azores. My great-grandmother decided that she liked my great-grandfather because he

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  • My Dream House Essay

    My dream is to live in a big detached house surrounded by a big garden full of flowers and trees. I wouldn't like to live in an apartment with blocks of flats and rude neighbour’s making noise in the middle of the night. My dream house should be located outside the city, on the outskirts of town where I can find true peace and happiness. Therefore, my dream house should have the characteristics that represent my spiritual world and personality with its location as well as its inner and outer design

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  • My Amazing Grandmother Is Perfect

    My Amazing Grandma Most people could say that the perfect grandmother does not exist. I actually disagree. What I know for a fact is that my grandmother is perfect. My grandmother is perfect in every way; the way she dresses, the way she moves, the way she behaves, the way she speaks, etcetera. Sometimes, I just think that it could be great, if I could be a little bit of what she is. Her great personality is full of other amazing qualities. I’m going to start by describing the way my grandma looks

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  • My Life Of A Ladies House

    On February 22, 2016 my group and I went over to a ladies house to talk about her son. Her son has shaken baby syndrome and is 18 years old. In our group we had 3 people total. We all went over the ladies house and met with her son who was shaken as a baby when he was little. We talked for a very long time and read articles that were written about the boy. It talked about what had happened when he was younger and treatment that the boy has done over the past couple of years. The mother was very open

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  • The House On Mango Street

    that history began with a house, a house on Mango Street. Esperanza never liked the tiny house she was forced to share with her parents and siblings, and the repercussions of insecurity and uncertainty it brings become important factors in the way she begins to grow. She has yet to learn the ways of the world and must learn how to face the challenges she encounters. Obsessed with the opinions of others, she struggles to find a place where she feels she belongs. The House on Mango Street follows Esperanza

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  • My First Best Friend, My Mother And My Grandmother

    Two of the wisest women I know, my mother and my grandmother. Both have imparted much wisdom in me. My mother has shown me the best life to have, is a life filled with humility. My grandma, my first best friend, has shown me what it means to love others without judgment. Throughout my interview with my mom, she kept justifying that she uses her cellphone for communication. After every sentence, it was…but I use it to communicate with friends and family. I think she made a very good point here, Generation

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  • My Grandmother 's Death Inspired Me

    not mean for me to stop here. Why wouldn’t I want to further my education and become whatever I desire? A statement that’s been stated forever is, “College is not for everybody”, which is known to be true; however, it is highly important for me to attend college. My grandmother’s death inspired me because I took care of her at a young age and enjoyed every moment of it. Even though taking care of my grandmother inspired me but, my mother’s health issues has taken a tremendous toll on me as well

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  • My Grandmother For Her Citizenship Test

    adorning all of one wall and the overstuffed brown couch invites me in, with the large television blaring almost uselessly in the corner of the living room. My grandfather is sitting to my right, wrapped up in a blanket although he insists on having the air conditioning on, his skullcap carelessly thrown besides him. My grandmother is on my left, laying on her side, her foot rhythmically rubbing her opposite leg, the veins pronounced and standing proudly against her frail skin. I sit in the middle

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  • My Great Grandfather, Palmer Reese And Great Grandmother

    My family has a long history of divorce and instead of being a cynic; I wanted to delve into the complexity of divorce throughout history in Canada. My great-grandfather, Palmer Reese and great-grandmother, Clara Sterna fell in love in Winnipeg, Manitoba during the late 1920’s; they married and had three girls, Ruby, Laura and Shirley Reese. However, in 1935 Palmer left his wife and children to seek out work in Ontario working on the roads, and found a new French Canadian partner. Although, they

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  • Personal Narrative : My Friend And I Met At My Mutual Friend ( Yoni 's ) House Back

    Neba and I met at our mutual friend (yoni 's) house back in 2002. Neba was vacationing from London. My friend Samri and I went to yoni 's house during lunch time. Since I had to go back to school we didn 't stay that long. After we left, Samri said that Neba was checking me out and I didn 't think it was a big deal and that was it. Later, once we started dating, he found some pictures that we took together him standing next to me from our first acquaintance. I guess it was the gravity of love that

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  • The Effect of Full House on My Life Essay

    The Effect of Full House on My Life When I look back at my childhood, I see it as a highly colored, exaggerated version of what it must have been. Everything seems brighter, and bigger than reality allows. It’s the ideal “child’s world,” full of Barbies, dress-up, and playgrounds. But, if I try hard enough, I can remember the feeling of being there. The feeling of being small, and nearly innocent. Most of the time when I think of my childhood, I look back on two specific years, kindergarten

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  • My Father Of The House

    youngest of three. My oldest sister was the person who wanted to work to help out around the house. Instead of going to college, she wanted to work a full time job, to give us extra support. My brother on the other hand graduated high school, and is currently still attending college. My brother also took on the role of “the man of the house” at a young age. My mom always worked hard to support our family, it was never a time where she didn’t do anything for us. Besides working full time, my mom also attend

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  • Why I Don 't Like At My Parent 's House

    Living In a dorm has been a big transition from living at my parent 's house. There are some things that I like and things I don 't like at both places. From the people I live with, to the rules, I have to follow. Both my dorm and my house have their pros and cons. If there is one thing I hate the most, it 's being in dirty places. Well in the dorm, it 's very dirty. It 's not just the messes every once and a while in the hallway, but the dirt no one sees. Like how dirty the bathrooms are. The

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  • My Grandmother - Original Writing

    morning like any other Saturday morning at least, that’s what I thought. My three daughters and I were living with my grandmother while I attended licensed practical nursing school. My middle daughter, Sharon, had missed school on that Friday. She said her stomach hurt and that she wanted to go spend the night with my sister (her aunt) so I let her. So this particular morning it was just the two girls Kiersten, Chasity, my grandmother and I at home. We were all sitting around laughing and talking, and

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  • The House On Mango Street By Sandra Cisneros

    Equality is something that is perpetually strived for, but seldom achieved. In the novella The House On Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros, the protagonist, Esperanza, does not want to continue the cycle of inequality. Throughout the story, Esperanza continually sees women in her life treated like objects in a society that values women for their looks, and not for what is on the inside. In the thread of gender roles, a theme that is developed is that men do not treat women as their equals, but instead

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  • Personal Narrative : My Grandmother Lived With My Mother

    Age I was sixteen years old when my maternal grandmother died from COPD. At that time, I was a sophomore in high school. There had been deaths in the family prior to my grandmothers passing, however this was my first experience with a death of an immediate family member. Location My grandmother lived with my mother since I was a toddler, and she let the family know that she was afraid of dying alone in a hospital. I’m not sure whether or not my grandmother had a desire to die at the time of her

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  • Adventure At Grandma 's House

    Adventure at Grandma’s House I had never been so mad at my favorite grandmother in my life! It was after midnight on a clear starry night in 2005. Sitting in the dimmed light of my grandma’s living room on an oversized dark blue couch with an understated 90s geometric pattern constructed in pale blue lines I hatched a plan. I was just eight years old but I knew when I had been cheated! I had spent a lot of time with my grandma growing up. We always took her sight seeing, on vacation, and camping

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  • My Grandmother Of The Kitchen

    conversation with my grandmother. I was sitting at the kitchen table while my grandmother was in the kitchen cooking. Just being in her home reminds me of a summer breeze that 's filled with so much warmth. For those who don 't know my grandmother, she is a very nice person, but also private. My grandmother always bestow me with her words of wisdom every time I am there. Out of curiosity, I asked my grandmother a question. Which puzzled her when I asked what memories she had as a child. My grandmother had sat

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  • The Death Of Jasper 's House

    I was living in Jasper’s house this entire time. The house where they were taken from was the same one they got trapped in. The illegal loaners had taken advantage of his house. They took advantage of their weakness. How could I have missed this factor? Why wasn’t I able to put the pieces? I stared at my house like it’s a whole new different place now. This is not mine. The building in front of me was not supposed to be my property. I shut my eyes tightly and fell to my knees. Why is this happening

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  • My Maternal Grandmother 's Life

    Grandmother My maternal grandmother was born in a rural city in China known as Toishan in the Guangdong province. She was from a family of farmers and in order to eat, they had to procure most of their food from their own farm. They would grow their own vegetables and, sometimes, they would eat their livestock. However, it was more common that they sold their livestock for income or use them to assist with manual labor in the farm. The money would then go into buying meat and vegetables, when it

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  • My Family : My Life

    way we were taught by our families. My family consists of two brothers, my mother, father and myself. Everyone stayed with my grandmother in West Humboldt Park except my dad who lived alone. My mother was who i looked up to all my life. I knew that no matter how mad I was with her, she’d always find a way to make me forget. She could make any day brighter with her smile and she taught me so much. It was December 24th of 2004, my father and I went out to buy my mom a gift. This year I got to pick

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  • The Death Of My Great Grandmother

    death of my great grandmother. She was so awesome and a very sweet lady. She also was a great role model to me. Over the years it has gotten easier to talk about her death. It all started on a Wednesday morning while I was getting ready for school. My grandma came in to my room and told us “go say bye to your Nana because she isn’t going to make it past today.” All I could think of at that moment was how I was no longer going to see her and have her for the good and the bad moments in my life. I can

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  • Life History : My Grandmother

    Life History Paper My grandmother has lived in Kenosha my whole life, and (before this interview), I would not have been able to tell you much about her past history. I mean, I knew my grandmother when she was an older adult since that is what I have been alive to see, but not the events that makes her who she is today. It was very interesting to hear how it was to live and grow up in the the early to mid-90s; times have definitely changed. My grandmother’s name is Josephine Ghera (her maiden name

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  • My Interview With My Grandmother

    2016, I interviewed my grandmother, Linda Koehler, via phone to learn more about her life as she grew up as well as how she feels today about growing older, what she wishes she had done when she was younger and what she will do in the future. I choose my grandmother due to the fact that there is a lot of information that I did not know about her life; I felt that it would be a fascinating experience to learn more about my grandmother as well as being able to answer inquiries that my children may have

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  • The Grandmother in the Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald

    The Grandmother in the Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald The characterizations of women have, throughout history, been one of the most problematic subjects in literary tradition. An extraordinary dichotomy has existed with women as being both the paragon of virtue and the personification of evil. Ancient Greeks feared women, and poets such as Hesiod believed the female sex was created to be the scourge of the gods and the bane of men (Fantham 39). Romans, on the other hand

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  • My Grandmother And Mother Told

    As a child race was something I did not really recognize. I am not sure when race started to become such a noticeable thing when seeing people. I noticed as I got older my parents and the rest of my family started to hint more to race. Them hinting to race and race related topics probably happened when I was younger too and I just could not understand at that time. Race, as I started to understand the concept, was always used as a reason or justification for events and the way the world was and is

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  • House of Lannister

    engage in role experimentation either knowingly or unknowingly, and as a whole, this type of behavior is encouraged.  An example is how individuals of about eighteen yearn to leave the house and live on their own.  This takes place in many forms from going to college, to traveling, to getting a job and moving out of the house, possibly even moving to an entirely new state.  During the period of role experimentation, individuals seek to understand their unique individuality and form their own identity

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  • A Critical Analysis of “My Kiowa Grandmother, ” and “Take My Saddle from the Wall: a Valediction”

    A Critical Analysis of “My Kiowa Grandmother,” and “Take My Saddle from the Wall: A Valediction” A Critical Analysis of “My Kiowa Grandmother,” and “Take My Saddle from the Wall: A Valediction” The essays, “My Kiowa Grandmother,” by N. Scott Momaday and “Take My Saddle from the Wall: A Valediction,” by Larry McMurtry, both seek to understand the values and traditions of an old way of life that has been lost to the trials and tribulations of time. By reaching back into history through their

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  • Home and House Essay

    Home and house, two words that in essence are the same, but they hold vastly different meaning on a deeper level. A house as defined by Merriam Webster’s Dictionary is “a building in which a family lives.” A home as defined by Merriam Webster’s Dictionary is “the place (such as a house or apartment) where a person lives.” The two definitions are virtually identical in meaning and yet to people a house does not hold much emotion. A house has more of a solid entity while a home has an emotional connection

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  • Analysis Of `` My Grandmother 's Plot On The Family Cemetery ' By Claudia Emerson

    The bookstore is where she spent some of her time writing. Later, she perfected her writing by attending the University of Virginia, where she eventually graduated with a bachelor 's degree in English. She later died from colon cancer. In the poem, “My Grandmother’s Plot in the Family Cemetery,” by Claudia Emerson, the speaker lets her emotions cloud her vision. Also, her emotions are getting in the way of her forming a new relationship with her husband. This is also shown in many of her other poems

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  • My Grandmothers House by Kamla Das

    My grandmother’s house - Kamala Das About Kamala Das: Kamala Das is one of the best poets in contemporary Indo-Anglian literature. Kamala Das, born in Kerala in 1934, is a bilingual writer. She writes in Malayalam, her mother tongue, under the pseudonym Madhavikkutty. Her poetry is an exploration of the geography of her own mind, and the lyric is an instance of such self-exploration. Through images of repulsion and horror, she brings out the emotional emptiness and sterility of her married

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  • My Maternal Grandmother, Eleanor Snyder

    I interviewed my maternal Grandmother, Eleanor Snyder. Elly was born in 1942 in Winthrop Massachusetts, a small town on Boston’s North Shore. She described Winthrop as a “pretty tight knit middle class community.” In the year 1960 Elly was 18 years of age. She attended Winthrop High School and graduated in 1959. There were 100 kids in the graduating class. That same year she went on to college at The University of Massachusetts, Amherst and she graduated in 1963 with a degree in elementary education

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  • My Grandmother - Original Writing

    When I was in the second grade of school, my grandmother made fried chicken. I got so sick that my stomach was in prodigious amounts of pain and I was vomiting. My grandmother called my mother to let her know I was being taken to the hospital and why. My mom and I informed her she was over reacting; also, the pain and vomiting was probably just the stomach flu or food poisoning. My grandmother, having lost a son four months before I was born, didn’t take risk when it came to health. She knew how

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  • My Grandmother From The Drive Of Great Grandma 's House

    my grandmother (far left) in the drive of great grandma’s house. Furthermore, my great grandfather worked at the Oil Well and he cut Christmas trees and painted houses. He never drove in his life; he would always walk to work. While, my great grandmother worked at the Oil City Hospital doing laundry for the nurses and she worked at a cigar shop called Bowers Store. She drove a Big Lincoln Town car and drove that car until she was 96, she then sold it to my uncle and he still has the car, which

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  • My Grandmother Was Approaching Death

    school and what is for lunch that day. I was one of those children until my Grandma Janet Ralph, my mother 's mom, received the news that her cancer was spreading rapidly. She needed to go to St. Vincent Hospital in Indianapolis, three hours northeast from home. The three weeks Grandma Janet spent in the hospital before her death were a struggle my family faced. One particular day, August 10, 2005, the moment I realized my grandmother was approaching death, is a vivid in memory for me because I learned

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  • House on Mango Street essay

    Growing Up in Poverty In the novel, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros, a young confused girl has trouble finding herself as she grows up in the Latino section of Chicago. Esperanza and her family move to a small, crumbling red house in a poor urban neighborhood. Determined, she decides that someday she will leave and move somewhere else and totally forget everything about Mango Street. Throughout the novel, Esperanza significantly matures sexually and emotionally. The many stories of

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  • My Day At My House

    I Found Myself My house is congested with my relatives and friends; my friends and family are here to wish me best of luck and safe journey. My heart is brimming with blended emotions. At one hand, I am frightened and somber; On the other hand, I am thrilled and glad simultaneously. It is my last day at my house and in my country. Tonight is my flight to America. I’m moving to America, to be with my husband and to start a new journey of my life. I remember every moment of my last day in Pakistan

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  • My : My Learning Memoir

    My Learning Memoir I come from a city called Fuzhou, a middle-size city located in the southeast of China. There is a phenomenon that the Chinese always prefer boys over girls, especially in my hometown. My paternal grandparents and my father wanted a boy as well, whereas my mother gave birth to me, an unexpected girl, in 1997. My grandparents seemed not to accept that they got the second granddaughter after I was born. My grandmother made me keep my hair very short and brought me up like

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  • Personal Note On My Grandmother 's Parents

    While researching information for this project, I went through struggles to learn more about my grandmother’s parents. It seems as if my grandmother’s parents died at an early age, or just were not that well know throughout their lifetimes. The only information I have been provided through interviews with relatives, is that my great-grandmother’s name is Lestha Spencer, which ultimately means that my great-grandfather’s last name is Walker. Birthdates, death dates, and places lived are all unavailable

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  • My Day At My House

    boring, scorching summer day at my house. My parents are the complete definition of what it means to be dysfunctional because of all their differences. Although both may be different in their parenting style and problem solving, they both have a similar background and personality that is the foundation to our family’s unconditional love. It all happened about two hundred and seventy-nine days ago. My parents had just come back from the mall and I had been sitting on my couch for five hours with nothing

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  • My Great Grandmother, My Grandmother And My Mother

    over time. To prove this, I interviewed my great grandmother, my grandmother, and my mother. I asked them what their opinions of single parent families and stepfamilies were; I was really surprised at the results that I received. My great grandmother is ninety-five and she has actually been married several times. Most of her remarriages stem from her husbands passing away. My grandmother, her daughter, has had several step dads. When I asked my great grandmother what her personal views on blended families

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  • My Grandmother Was A Special Woman

    My grandmother was a special women. I did not know her much when I was a child, only she was strict and somewhat aloof. But as I grew older I learnt that she raised seven children and ran a factory after my grandfather died when she was only thirty five years old. She was born and raised in China in an affluent family, however that lifestyle was short lived. During the Sino war, Japanese invasion in 1947, she was forced to flee her home and walked across the country. I never knew until years later

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  • My Grandmother By Kathy Hulsey

    as full filling as hearing about them from someone that was alive to experience all the changes first hand. This is why it was so amazing to hear my grandmother recount her life back to me. Kathy Hulsey Painter sat down with me and explained all of the social, political, and technological changes throughout her lifetime in her perspective. My grandmother, Kathy, has experienced some personal social changes throughout her lifetime. She was born in 1945 in Haleyville, Alabama into a moderately poor

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  • Personal Narrative : My Grandparents House

    Every year during my endless months of Summer break and tradition-filled weeks of Winter break, my family and I would visit our hometown in Mexico. We would stay in the comfort of my grandparents cozy house. My grandparents house in Mexico was always filled with company. The company of all of my family and friends during the holiday season, the laughs that filled the living room, and the constant fun I had, made the stays at my grandparents house enjoyable. The holidays were always spent there and

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