...The Importance of a Grandmother’s Love Many grandmothers are important people because many times they give love to their family. Their love can make their family comfortable, make life easier, and unite family members. Patricia Hampl, “Grandmother’s Sunday Dinner,” describes how her grandmother ruled over her family with her authoritative personality. And also, Hampl’s grandmother made her family members united with her professional cooking skills. Similar to Hampl’s grandmother, my grandmother rules over my family. My grandmother’s personality is not authoritative, and her cooking skills are not good compared to Hampl’s grandmother. However, her love sill makes out family united. Although both grandmothers have different personalities and cooking skills, they still make their families become one. Hampl describes her Sunday dinner with her family, and she describes her good memories at her grandmother’s house. Hampl’s entire family often gathered on Sundays at the Grandmother’s house (Beardslee 100). Hampl’s grandmother’s cooking skills were really professional because she had worked in the house of Justice Butler for many years (100). Because Hampl’s grandmother was so good at cooking, she always made many different kinds of meal for her children. Hampl’s grandmother not only was good at cooking but cooking was also a passion in her life (99). Hampl’s grandmother loved to feed her family, and she always asked her children to eat more: “She flew between her chair...
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...My grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. Just about every year I would visit my grandmother who lives in Florida. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. The outside of her house is yellow with brown shutters, and in each window you could see little trinkets. She also has a brown garage door that has a black screen door behind the garage door, So that way she was able to leave the garage door open without getting snakes, lizards, and other animals from coming inside. As you walk into the front door of her house you hear her alarm system going off letting her know that someone has just entered her house. You also notice a long, dark hallway full of pictures of all her kids that have graduated high school along with all of her grandchildren. To the left of you, you’ll see a black and white tile floor which is in the kitchen. My grandmother and grandfather loved the colors black and white. In fact their whole house was black and white except for the outside of her house. Then if you look towards your left you’ll see white couches with plastic on them because she didn’t want anyone sitting on her couch and getting it dirty. She was overly protective when it came to her furniture. She even had towels on the back of the couch because most people in my family are females and we put chemicals in our hair. Somehow she said the chemicals would go through the plastic and get on her couch, so she made us put a towel behind...
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...Simone Smith Essay #1 My Hero November 3, 2012 Humanities 1301 Ms. Alexander I had never really thought about who was my hero until now and I had to reflect on my past. Looking back over the years I guess I must have taken a lot for granted. I have been lucky because I have a lot of people around me that have helped to enrich my life. The one person, who stands out to me, is my grandmother she really was and still is my hero. As I reflect on good times and bad times, she always seem to be there with words of encouragement and with words I may have not wanted to hear, but she always steered me in the right direction. My grandmother was a woman who wise and good natured and so full of energy, willing to help anyone who needed help. My grandmother believed in family. My grandmother was the seventh of fourteen children, born in Brookhaven Mississippi, in 1926. This was a time when people gave birth at home, so she was born on a farm, where she helped raise and care for her brothers and sisters. The children went to school and helped work the land for the family. In later years, she attended high school where she played basketball, when they only played half court, she was very good and well-liked by her class her classmates. After graduating from high school and having three children of her own, she needed to more income. The cotton fields that she worked, wasn’t providing enough money to sustain a good life. My grandmother knew she would have to...
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...yesterday a little girl called red ridding hood and her grandmother was eaten by a wolf. the horrible scene took place in the forest nearby near the village. Yesterday morning a little girl was walking to deliver some cake and vine to her sick grandmother. But on her way she was stopped by a wolf. “ first I was frightened but he seemed friendly, he asked me where I was going. When I said that I was going to my sick grandmothers house, he gave me the idea to pick up some flowers on my way, so I did” the girl tells. “The wolf attacked me by suprise” now when the little girl was distracted, the wolf went to the grandmothers house. The grandmother tells that she was lying in the bed when she heard the door being opened. “ I would never have expected to see the beast who came walking into my bedroom, I just thought it was my grandchild, he attacked me by surprise.” the wolf swallowed the old woman, and took on her close, then he waited for the girl in the grandmothers bed. Rescued by local lumperjack Some minutes later the girl arrived to her grandmothers house. She went to the bedroom with the cake and wine from her mother. When she saw the wolf wearing her grandmothers close she thought it was the sweet old woman she knew. “ she looked very strange, but I just thought it was because she was sick, when I later realized it was the wolf it was too late. I screamed.” luckily a local lumberjack was near the house and heard the little girl scream. He found the wolf sleeping...
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...life, the experience that is as common as April rain in almost everyday in some form or other, in our lives.” (Kennedy, E. & Charles, S.,C. 2001.pg372). After conducting my research, I realise that people grieve to secondary losses as well as primary losses. Grief can result from any loss: end of a relationship, leaving home to go to university or a family member with some sort of illness. In addition, one may experience grief as the result of the loss of something as well as someone. Taking all this into account, I decided to focus on Colin Murray Parkes. Parkes (1988) brought together psychological and social aspects of grief which is termed psychosocial transitions. Throughout this essay I will examine Parke's model and explain how this particular model can be applied to my own personal life. I will also demonstrate how this model can be applied to the social care field. My loss was losing my grandmother to Alzheimer's disease. It is not that she has physically died, but her identity and true self was gone. She was warm, loving and one of the most caring people I have ever met. I stayed with my grandmother every night since I was seven years of age. I slept with her every night and I had an attachment to her that I thought I would never lose. I guess that being so young; I assumed that my grandmother would be the same way forever and that nothing could change. However something did change her and changed me also. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease when I was 12....
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...the previous two. Over my vacations I would get dropped off over my grandmother’s house in Long Beach California while my dad went to work. Throughout the school year I would usually only visit her home once a week, which wasn’t a bad thing. My grandmother’s house was the stereotypical old folk’s home. The house was dark, gloomy, and boring as all get out. The house also had an absurd amount of plants throughout the dark hallways and bathrooms. She didn’t even have cable! Everyday was the same routine at granny’s. My father would drop me off at exactly 7am, just in time for her world class breakfast of grits, bacon, eggs and toast. I absolutely hated grits, but I could not leave the table until I finished them all. My grandmother was a traditional Southern woman being raised in Shreveport, LA. I didn’t know much about Shreveport, I only remembered the stories she would share with me. She once told me that her house was the only house for miles and that nighttime outside was pitch dark. She stood about 5’5” tall and she always wore her reading glasses and wigs. I can recall walking in to her room one day to find her not wearing her wig. It scared me so bad as a 10 year old that I literally thought someone had broken in the house. However one morning I arrived to my grandmother’s house and things were different. I inserted my key into her door to walk in at 7am and everything was quiet. No world class breakfast and no grandmother. As I walked into her room...
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..._50_____________________60______________________70______________________80______________________90_____________________ Grandparent 50_____________________60______________________70_______________________80_______________________90____________________ After constructing my three time lines, I noticed some similarities and some differences between my lifeline and my family members. I think that some of the differences are due to the era that we were each brought up in and what is considered to be the norm for that time frame. Most of the life events that we all three experienced are normative events, such as getting married, having a job, moving out of our parents’ house, and having children. In addition to the normative events, there are also some nonnormative events. These include divorce, going to college later in life, and not finishing high school. A difference between the three of us is the education level. My grandmother was expected to quit school so she was able to take care of her house and her children. My mother finished high school and then got a job right away. A lot jobs did not require a college education back then. Even though I did not start college until I was in my...
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...Intro to Diversified Studies Cultural Background Although my maternal grandmother was born a mixture of English and Native American, she was raised in a household that was a blend of Native American and Mexican American. Her mother, my great grandmother, who was also a mixture of English and Native American, remarried after giving birth to her first four children. This new marriage was to a Mexican American man and brought another eight children into the family. Growing up in this type of household influenced not only the foods she cooked, such as fideo, tortillas, and green chili; but, established a multigenerational line of care giving. Being the second oldest of 12 children, my grandmother cared for her siblings as well as her own children at the same time. She then transferred this type of nurturing to her grandchildren. It was common for me and my siblings to be taken care of by my grandmother and great grandmother for entire months at a time, in order to help my mother while she worked. Typical of Mexican Americans "family interdependence involves extended family members sharing the nurturing and disciplining of children" (McGoldrick, Giordano, & Garcia-Preto, 2005, p. 234); yet, my grandmother was not Mexican American. This point became a source of ridicule and ostracizing from her other siblings. This type of racism continued even unto her death three years ago, where at the funeral her siblings sat on the opposite side of the church and never spoke to...
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... My family is comprised of primarily blacks. My great great grandmother family was from Syrian and my great great grandfather family was of African descent. My family is Protestant Christian and we attended a Church of Christ while growing up. Jamaicans prefer using natural remedies. Most will try to use herbs or different bushes to treat various medical conditions before going to an actual doctor. My grandmother would go to the fields (similar to farms) and gather herbs or bushes for us to drink when we were sick. If she wasn’t able to find a particular herb she would consult a Bush Doctor. These were unlicensed herbalist living in the very rural areas in Jamaica. They knew from experience what herbs or bushes should be used to treat various illnesses. My grandmother said medicines were not readily available and these Bush Doctors were their principal source of care. I remember growing up if I had a fever my mom would bathe me in very cold water a few times throughout the day and had me drink a special herb until the fever went away. Like my grandmother my mother didn’t use a lot of medicines. Most issues are treated holistically first and when those failed, modern medicine was used if available. My family as well as the majority of Jamaican families is very superstitious, hence if you had an unexplainable illness, more often than not they would associate it spirits/ghosts. I remember my grandmother placing pure Frankincense & Myrrh in all corners of the house to ward...
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...The grandmother is the central character in the story “A Good Man Is Hard To Find’, by Flannery O’Connor. The dysfunctional family is planning a trip to Florida, Bailey his wife, the baby, two children (boy and girl) the grandmother and a stowaway cat. Upon reading about the Misfit escaping from Federal Pen and are in Florida the grandmother tried to change their destination. The grandmother is a manipulative, deceitful, and self-serving woman who lives in the past era of the south. She has the same prejudice attitudes of that time. The grandmother’s untruthfulness while on the trip will cause certain doom for the family and her Christian faith would be put to the test. The grandmother tries desperately to change her family's vacation destination as she tries to manipulate her son into going to Tennessee instead of Florida. Her reasons for wanting to go Tennessee were to make connections with some of her peers. The grandmother was also concerned about the children seeing Tennessee since they had already been to Florida. “The children have been to Florida before,” the old lady said. ”You all ought to take them somewhere else for a change so they would see different parts of the world and be broad. They never have been east to Tennessee”. The children made comments to the grandmother “If you don’t want to go to Florida, why dontcha stay home?” The grandmother asked what you would do if the Misfit caught you. “I’d smack his face,” said the boy. The grandmother is about...
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...because she always wear a red velvet given to her by her grandmother who lived on the other side of the forest. Red Riding hood lowed her granny very much. One bright morning, a hunter came to the cottage. The hunter knock on the door. Hunter : I am coming straight from your grandma’s cottage. She is not-well and wants to see you at the earliest possible. Red riding hood : Hoo, thank you uncle. I will tell my mom. Hunter : Okay, I have to leave. Bye girl. Red riding hood : Bye uncle. Narrator : Red riding hood immediately rushed to her mother who was preparing a cake. Red riding hood : Mother, the woodcutter told me that grandma has fallen sick. Mother : I’m worried. I think you should leave immediately to meet your dear grandmother. Red riding hood : I can take some cake for her ? Mother : Of course dear. I will pack some cake and a bottle of butter for her. She’s loves them. Narrator : Red riding hood cheered up. Red riding hood : Give me the basket. I’ll walk up to her house as soon as possible. Mother : Give her my love. Red riding hood : Okay mother. Mother : Remember, keep to the path through the woods and don’t ever stop. You will be in danger if you wonder into the forest. Make sure you are back home before dusk. Goodbye. Red riding hood : Bye mother. I will be safe, don’t worry. I’ll run all the way to Grandma’s without stopping. Narrator : Little red riding hood walked on towards Grandma’s house. Suddenly, she saw some large daisies. Red riding hood...
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...loving. My grandmother was a very active person; she always kept in constant motion. From one place to another she bought and sold flowers for your own business. But with age, she suffered a serious illness called Alzheimer she had to come and live here in Los Angeles, California. My aunt brought her thinking that she had made a good decision for her, but over only 5 years her mind and her body began worn by the lack of activities, this strong woman, a good businessman, hardworking and socially active was gone. Mid-year 2009, my aunt tells my mom that my grandmother wanted to return to Guatemala as possible. My aunt did not understand what was the reason why my grandmother wanted to, because she had everything here, medical treatments, medicine that would be impossible to buy there, etc. Listing this my mother decided to come to live a while with them, and my mom took care of my grandmother for a few months and during those months she repeated and repeated the same "I want to return to Guatemala because if I die I will not be aware here, because I want to be aware in my home country " with tears in her eyes and a pained face. My mom saw the suffering she is going through, she decided to work hard to buy a plane ticket. A few months she adjusted enough to buy the tickets. The only problem was that my mom had to deal with my aunt that she did not want her to go anywhere, but my mom's perseverance paid off as they together decided on a date that my grandmother could go without...
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...“My Grandfather’s Suitcase” One example of a story that functions as a type of myth in my family would be the one regarding my grandfather’s suitcase. My grandfather passed away when I was thirteen years old. Before his death, his personality was best described as gruff. Not being known as having the most caring or most trusting personality, it’s not that surprising that he kept my grandmother out of the loop regarding their finances. According to him, they did not have any savings or money in the bank other than the small amount he received weekly from his retirement. My grandmother often worried about what she would do if anything ever happened to him. To this he simply replied that he wasn’t going anywhere yet. Sadly, this was not the case. My grandfather passed away from a sudden heart attack while sitting in his recliner one Tuesday afternoon. My family grieved his loss, and also worried about how my grandmother would get by now. My uncle (my grandfather’s son) told us all that he did not believe that my grandfather had really left nothing behind. He told us how before his death, He and my grandfather had been sitting on the front porch of my grandfather’s house one day, discussing an issue of financial hardship for my uncle. My grandfather walked into his house, and came out with a large stack of hundred dollar bills for my uncle, to help him through his hardship. It was at this one and only time that my grandfather hinted about my grandmother being fine if she was...
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...I have been treated like a child my whole life. That all changed when I went to Scotland because my grandmother was having a knee operation. I knew it’ll be my responsibility to take care of her after the hospital. The day grandmother was coming home I cleaned the whole house from the bedrooms to the bathroom. I never really would clean the house but it was showing how responsible I was starting to become. The next day I actually felt like I can take responsibility for what I do, usually grandmother would go and pick up my four year old cousin from school and that would mean she would have to walk. She actually went one day without telling me and I told her next time to let me go get her. She didn’t say anything after that I went to go get her from school everyday. Grandmother had to walk for at least 15 minutes so I decided to go with her on walks, which I usually don’t do but I mean what if she fell and she needed help, and I wanted to grow a better relationship with her. After grandmothers knee felt better we went to London for a week for a wedding and to see my cousins newborn baby. When we were there the only thing I did was care for the baby because her mother didn’t exactly know how to take care of a newborn so I helped. My aunt would have to take care of the baby but then she would have to go to work so I told my aunt to let me do the housework and she can go and relax. It felt good to know that you actually can help others without even knowing it. Me, I usually...
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...Before my great-grandmother died I would go to her house almost every day after school. Most nights I would stay with her. While I stayed with her, she would often tell me how long and hard she worked cleaning houses for other people. She would come home everyday and cook food for her family, not once complaining about her day’s work or how tired she was or how much pain she was in. Her telling me the stories about hard work soon made me realize my responsibility as an American: to continue the hard work ethics that has been passed on from generations like my great-grandmother was taught. Like my grandmother was taught. Like I was taught. Growing up, I have always been taught to work hard whether it was cleaning the house, feeding the chickens...
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