Essay My Grandmother

My Grandmother Essay
My grandma or as we grandchildren call her, Paw–Paw (which in Chinese means your mother's
mother) is an amazing lady and let me just tell you a great cook too. She is a lady with a big
personality and so much caring in her soul. She takes care of us when we need something or if we
just want someone to hangout with. My grandma is one great person and anyone who meets her
can easily figure that out. She is my grandma, friend, and one of my biggest role models as she had
to travel across the world to come to the United States. She cares, she cooks, she hugs, and she loves.
When my grandma was a teenager, she had to embark a journey that most would fear to do. She
traveled half–way across the world from China to America on a boat the size of...show more content...
Now when I hug my grandma, it's familiar and feels like home. Her small arms around me, with
her painted sparkling nails that match her personality so well. Whenever she sees one of the
grandchildren her small eyes light up and become big. She waves at us, with a big smile, in the
distance while walking fast to come give us a hug. Along with the big hug, you get a big kiss on
the cheek that often leaves a pink stain behind. When my parents would go on a trip my brother
and I would get to have awesome sleepovers at my grandparents house. I would get to pick the
movie and snacks, then we would lay in her bed and just talk about everything. Then in the morning
I would wake up to the best eggs ever.
Now think of the best fried rice you've ever had and multiply that by about 10, that's how good my
grandma's fried rice is. My family and I make it all the time but it is never as good as hers. Not
only is the fried rice good so are all the other dishes; birthday noodles, chives and pork, and New
Years Eve dumplings. And the smell, it consumes all rooms of the house and makes you so
excited for your meal. My grandparents favorite restaurants include Lings Buffet, Mei Wei, and
Cici's Pizza (yes, all buffets, which none of us complain about because they are all so good). But, the
best food is her own especially if it is cooked in the wok. So many meals have been cooked in the
original wok favors, like soy sauce and meat, from past meals come through and
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My Grandfather Essay
My Grandfather– The Gift of My Life
If I could be like anybody, I would wish to become more like my late grandfather, whose
memories have inspired me to strive for success, like the smell of old, dusty books which reminds
me of his admiration on learning. An avid collector, he had many books, most of which went
unread. He owned books on everything from medicine to Spain, to several sets of encyclopedias.
After he faced health problems, he came less to the library and read fewer books. They became
just part of the scenery, collecting only dust and memories. I have read a few now, after he is
gone, and each time it brings back a hurt like a sore that refuses to heal. But I suppose it is a quest
of sorts, because if can take on his thirst...show more content...
This house had two floors with three bedrooms on the top floor and the storage rooms, where some
of the goats also stayed, on the ground floor. The house was built in the late 1800s before my father
was born, it was my grandfather's skills in organizing family members and his strategic direction, of
delegating the business operation to his several sons, according to their skills and abilities. The
result is a strong group interaction that has created the foundation of our family business, which is
considered one of the most successful family businesses in Yemen. However, I believe it is his
independent endeavor that established his early success in business, as is evident by the roughness
of his hands, a roughness resulting from the labor of his work throughout his life. At the same time,
my father told me he would hold my father's hands, so gently with his rough hands when having a
conversation with my father.
The saddest part of my memories of grandpa was the day my father took me along with him to
visit my dying grandfather, whose eyes seemed to be drifting aimlessly around the room while his
body and face remained numb. I still recall staring at his tanned and wrinkled skin that covered his
forearms and showed his veins in painful detail, and at the way he sometimes used his heel to
scratch at his other leg.
I suppose it is hard not to notice a kid who has his face turned towards you week after week, year
after year. But

Caring For My Great-Grandmother Essay
Life experiences, rewarding or difficult, are the factors that influence us. My great grandmother
has always been one of my key role models. I have always admired her independence, strong will,
and caring nature towards all. For many years, she proudly lived by herself and independently took
care of herself. At seventeen years old, she became very ill. When she became exceedingly sick, my
family realized that someone needed to incessantly be with her, so my family and I moved into my
great grandmother's home to bestow quality care and make her comfortable. Living at my great
grandmother's home for the last six months of her life was the most emotionally and physically
difficult experience I have ever had to endure or deal with, but it was...show more content...
I despised that she had lost her ability to be autonomous, one of the fundamental characteristics that
made her who she was, but I had to learn how to deal with it.
Though I was affected emotionally and physically, I learned an important lesson that I used to
deal with the anxiety of providing care for my great grandmother and plan to use throughout my
nursing career: Use your emotions to empower you to perform the physical tasks that need to be
performed in order for the patient to sustain a state of comfort. Though it would be
psychologically demanding to take care of someone who you are slightly emotionally attached
to, it would be more emotionally complex to take care of someone who you have been
emotionally attached to since the beginning of your existence. Since I was very emotionally
attached to my great grandmother, it made the situation more problematic for me, yet it also made
me a better person. When my family recognized that we were medically needed to facilitate my
great grandmother, I was frightened at first because I knew I would be one of the primary
caregivers living with her. At first, I was alarmed over the thought of taking care of someone I
significantly loved and admired because I would be watching them suffer constantly, yet I did not let
this hinder me. I learned to use my feelings for her to enable and strengthen me mentally to
implement the somatic and mental tasks that are required in

My Hero Is My Grandmother
To me my hero would be Beth Evans, my Grandmother; she inspires me and puts a smile on my
face everyday. I was blessed with her and what she does for my family. She is the most generous
person I've ever met and not just grandmother nature either I see her give to every person she
meets. I truly look up to her and she is a important part of my life, when I was born I was brought
home to a pretty unstable environment my parents and everyone around me were addicted to
some pretty bad drugs, there were times where the yelling and arguing would never stop and I didn't
really go to school no one was there to make me go, I didn't have any friends really my best friend
was my dog, she was a great companion when I was alone. Fast forward a few years...show more
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I remember my grandma telling me that night, the storm will come the rain will fall the dirt will
get muddy and the roads will be flooded but there will be one day Marissa where the sun is
shinning and the birds are chirping and everything will be just as it should. That night a huge storm
came, I remember walking outside in the pouring rain all by myself maybe 6 years old and I sat
behind this truck in the road and wishing that the sunny beautiful day would come, I remember
wishing for that day to come for my grandma and I wanted her to happy sitting in the sunshine
laughing enjoying herself, that is the first time I remember wanting good for someone else and not
caring about myself or anything

My Grandmother
The journey of my family from the beginning of memory inaugurates with my grandparent's
generation. Grandparents are the protective cushion while growing up stamping an unforgettable
impact on your life. As far as memory serves, my grandparent's residence was my shelter away
from home. My grandparents conserve a special placement in my heart for every obstacle they have
endured for me. Most my life my mother's parents have occupied a mid–size pale house, covered the
windows were olive shutters located along the pavement five lots down the road. My
grandmother, Darlene was a big component in raising me and my two siblings to be the people
we are today since she was located so close. Let me reveal the life this amazing woman
experienced and what made her whom she is today. In the year of 1956 on June fourteenth, a day
we know as flag day my grandmother was born into this world. The parents of my grandmother were
named Effie and Marvin Smith, although I never met them they were still part of the family. Effie
was a stay at home mom accompanying responsibility of the chores, cooking and the children's
wellness. Marvin spent his days at the nearby post office to support the family of seven. My
grandmother grew up with multiple siblings, being the youngest of three older sisters and one older
brother.
Throughout her childhood the neighborhoods were harmless and played jointly, nothing like they
are today. When she was a dinky girl they could leave the doors and windows

My Experience With My Grandmother
Personally, I believe wisdom is defined as a quality that some people possess of having
experience and knowledge in general things throughout life. These people found their chi (I guess
you could say) in life and are comfortable in the state they are currently living. Before I started this
interview assignment, I had hopes of learning more about the life of my grandma and the
difference of living from the 1930s to 2017. From the very beginning, when I reading through the
syllabus, I knew I was going to interview my grandma. My grandma is the relative who I am
closest to, besides my dad. Yes, I would have interviewed my dad because he would be 70, but
sadly he had passed away. I thought this would be perfect for me and my grandma because,
though I hear so many stories all the time, I never get tired of listening. The interview was
arranged at her house, over a cup of coffee and cookies. The questions I thought of pertained to
my grandma's life (i.e. how did you meet grandpa and how long did you wait until marriage; what
influenced your life decisions and why...etc.). I developed these questions regarding my grandma's
life because I didn't want to make it like an interview, so I arranged the questions to sort of tell a
story. I usually never call my grandma by her name (Pauline Cahoe); I just call her grandma. So,
with that being said, my grandma is a 91–year–old lady. She loves going consignment shopping with
me, and we go every other weekend. She is Catholic, and she loves her

My Grandmother Was The Matriarch Of My Family
My great–grandmother was the matriarch of my family. When I was in seventh grade, around
thirteen years old, she passed away due to breast cancer. This misfortune created an extremely
difficult time for me because, not only was I adjusting to the environment of junior high, but many
other issues were occurring in my life; this was the third death that I was having to deal with.
Unfortunately, one of the previous deaths (that I was still trying to hurdle through and come to terms
with), had occurred almost exactly a year before the passing of my great–grandmother. The second
death that I had gone through occurred only one or two months before my great–grandma has
passed. All of this turmoil created numerous internal conflicts for me, but also taught me a key
lesson to keep note of, for the rest of my life. My great–grandma was the life of the party and the
flames in the fireplace. No matter what she did, she made it very clear that she was not the least
bit "bland"; she always stood out from the crowd. She was extremely vivacious and always created
a raucous; her voice could be heard from down the block. She painted her house walls mint green,
had bright red–orange hair, danced as though no one was watching, and cared for any–and–everyone
(no matter what her feelings toward the person were.) If an event was being held, it was already
known that it was happening at her house. All parties and gatherings were held at her house. Her
house is also where all the food could be

Grandparents are an essential part of a family. My grandmother was a very important part of my
life from the beginning. I could always count on her to listen to me from her heart, share her
wisdom and lend a shoulder to cry on. She taught me many important lessons throughout our lives
together. My grandmother meant the world to me. She was the most beautiful lady in the world.
She was short and her heart was the biggest size. My grandmother was like a parent to me and she
loved me in the same unconditional way as my mother did. Whenever I needed something I knew I
could count on her. She was like my friend, my mom, my everything. Imagine waking up to what
should be a normal day in my life only to find out my grandmother had been rushed to...show more
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I asked my mom what was going on with grandma and she told me that they were waiting for the
doctors to come in and tell them what was going on. While waiting for my mom to call me back,
I didn't know what to do. I had plenty of positive and negative thoughts running through my head.
I tried holding the tears back and tried having faith that it was nothing major. I was praying and
asking God to please let my grandmother be okay. My mind was all over the place. My mother
finally called me back and told me that the doctors did some tests on her and found out she had a
stroke, so the ambulance took her to Mobile. It felt like my heart shattered after hearing that. I
started crying and wondering what will happen next. I had thoughts in my head about what will I
do if I lose my grandmother. My life will be upside down because she was the one with me through
thick and thin. When the ambulance took my grandmother to Mobile Infirmary and did some more
tests the doctors found out one side of her brain was swollen.
My family and I took a trip to Mobile Infirmary. We had cars full headed to Mobile. The drivers had
their emergency lights on and each driver was following each other one behind the other. It did
not take us long to get to Mobile because each driver was speeding since it was an emergency. I was
in the back seat of the car just holding on because they were driving wild by passing every vehicle
on the highway. When we arrived in Mobile we

My Life Of My Grandmother
My Grandmother died a couple months ago. It wasn 't a sudden thing. It was a long time coming. I
was standing in the kitchen with my dad when he picked up the phone. He frowned, flicked his
eyes to me, to my mother then back to me. He mumbled some confirmations then said, "That 's fine.
I'll be there shortly, thank you." He set the phone down on the table, and just briefly, I think I caught
a fleeting glimpse of a smile.
I had known she was sick. My dad had mentioned it briefly, as if it was just a small thing not really
worth talking about. It was just like reporting the morning's news. But instead of, "Oh, the Reds lost
again" it was, "Your grandmother is in the hospital. She isn 't doing too well." I'm not sure that he
even looked up...show more content...
I had expected long days of walking on eggshells, giving my father space and time to grieve. I had
expected an excessive breakfast the morning after, with stacks of pancakes, orange juice, coffee.
The works. I had expected my Father to be stuffing his face, smiling, pretending everything was all
right, only to breakdown with syrup on his face and jam on his fingers. What I got was oatmeal,
and a dad who looked well rested if not little distracted.
I knew my dad and grandmother were not on speaking terms. That much was always known and
not hidden from me. But I thought...I don't know. I thought there might have been something
when she died. I just expected more, I guess. When he came home from the morgue or wherever
he had to go to after the call, I was in the living room and looked over my shoulder when the front
door creaked open. My mom came up and embraced him, he put his head on her shoulders and
they just stood there, barely swaying in the foyer. I got up and walked over to them. My mom drew
away, teary eyed, and my dad looked at me. "You're my proof, Cole." He said with a small quiver in
his voice. "You're my proof that something good can come from my bloodline." He smiled and
hugged me, longer than he ever has before. My mother joined in and then my dad called, "Eddie!
Come down here!"
My younger brother came from his room at the top of the stairs and frowned at our group, hugging
at the bottom. "Come here, kid." My dad said in his sandy, old

When I get hurt she's here when I cry she's here; when I needed her the most she was holding my
hand the whole way, my grandma my everything my angel. You asked for A setback a challenge a
failure, going through the death of the most loved person in your life is the most painful thing
anyone can experience, and the biggest setback anyone can go through.
My grandma was the most amazing person anyone could meet. My grandma loved everyone, and
was loved by everyone she was friendly optimistic and amazing and showed nothing but love to
everyone she met. She would sit outside every single night and look at the moon getting lost in the
beauty of the world. I would sit with her and she would tell me her stories that could never bore
me. As a 4th grader I would look forward to hearing those mesmerizing stories every night.
5 years ago my grandma became as sick as a person can be. Going through sickness and suffering
was the last thing I would want my grandma to go through. I wish everything she went through
was upon me instead of her. My grandma kept fighting till her last heart beat. We tried helping her
with everything: medicine, love and care. We would go to the hospital and never let go of her and
never leave her side, her face getting paler and getting closer to death every visit and our face
getting more devastated every time We had to look at what she was going through.
A month after we first found out she was sick; I remember it was about 6:00 am when my parents
woke me, and my grandmas favorite song was playing. My heart beating as fast as possible; I
knew something had happened. 5 minutes later my parents gathered me and my brother in the
living room, then they break the news to us that our beloved grandma had passed away. My heart
dropped my legs just gave out, and I started crying I just could not acknowledge what had just
happened, and I Just wanted her to be alive, and wanted to hear one last story. but I knew that now
more than ever we needed to be together, and we need love to get through this period.
The second day i had a change in mind i recalled what my little brother said to me when I was
crying my eyes out; He said "she's in heaven now". I went to her room that night and I remembered
all the

My Grandmother
Digital Story of My Grandmother Who doesn't love a close relative? Imagine what it is like to be
alone, without a supportive family member. Just like John Lennon's song, Imagine. Think about
what family can do to you, and how they impact your life. Especially, a grandmother.
My grandma Pauline, was literally my world. I loved her so much, and still do. I used to walk to
her house almost every weekend. She knew everything about me. She always had a salver, filled
with my favorite confectionary. A saccharine, vanilla Tootsie Roll. Her countenance would glow, as I
ate the petit, pearly treat. Every time my mother, and my sisters would visit her, she would quote,
"You made my day!" I miss those meaningful days. My granny Pauline, I only had known her for
nine years, but somehow counseled myself to build a limited bond, little did I know, would only
last about nine years. I didn't know what could go wrong. Every night for three years straight, I
would ask, Will Grandma Pauline come to visit me when I'm older? Of course, I was only about
ages four through seven, thinking she will last forever, just like a stone, with a few changes, she
would always be Pauline Martins.
Years past. I am know nine years old. Things have become better, and worse. I remember every nick
of time that has passed through the years. My family members constantly would notify me that she's
getting old, and might forget things. It never came across my mind she would forget me. I wouldn't

Grandmother Profile Essays
English Composition 1
My Grandmother
My Grandmother goes by the name of babunya, and baba for short, this means grandma in
Ukrainian. She lived in Ukraine for most of her life, and she is almost 90 years old now. She's
been through a lot in her years, thus her appearance has changed. For every wrinkle she has
there's a story to match. She has had every color hair: blonde, red, brown, and black. Now her hair
is a short gray color. She keeps it short because it stays out of the way, even though she hates it
short. She has always had long her until now. She has also progressively become shorter over the
years due to a very bad back; she now stands just under five feet. Since she spends most of her days
in the garden her usual outfit...show more content...
She usually watches the news and educates herself on what is happening in the world around her.
When we go to visit her the conversations usually got the same way everytime.
My grandma usually starts off by saying something along the lines of "how's school going for you?
How are your grades? How is work going? Do you like your teachers?" This part of the conversation
doesn't last long
If there is one thing my grandma is good at, it's talking. She loves telling stories and talking about
what's going on in the world today. Babunya is a very sociable person and can hold a conversation
with anyone.
My baba was born in a time when the only way you could have food on your plate for dinner was if
you hunted it yourself. She would explain to me that "living in a communist country was one of
the worst things I have ever seen or been through. Not only was my country communist, we were
going through a famine. There was no way to get food because the government starved us. If I
wanted to eat that day I would have to kill a bird or whatever else was around that day." My
grandma is a very strong woman. She grew up with 3 brothers and 1 sister, who were all older.
She always wanted to be like her siblings. Because her siblings were all older, my grandmother was
a very fast learner. They taught her what they were during in school so by the time she got to that
grade level she already knew the information. My grandma

Describe My Grandmother
I remember how happy it made my great grandma, Gigi, when we visited her. I remember how
one day, my mom, dad, Grandma, my brother Holden and I were visiting her, and we thought
would be nice if I sang a song for her. I sang her the song that they play during baseball games,
"Take Me Out to the Ball Game" because she always was a big baseball fan. I sang her the whole
song, including all of the extended verses.When I finished, she was smiling, and that made me
smile too. Whenever we went to my grandma Zeta's house in Sacramento, we tried to go and see
her. We would talk with her, or take her on a walk. One time, my mom, my dad, Holden, my cousin
Braylon, my grandma Zeta, and I took Gigi for a walk around where she lived. It was a sunny day.
We walked past all of the tall,white buildings. The air was cool and fresh. Braylon and I were
walking up ahead of everyone else, and Gigi kept calling out to us. "Don't go so close!" She would
shout whenever we got to close to the edge of the sidewalk. However, there was lots of times
when we would see pretty, vibrant flowers, or ducks quacking as they flying above us, and she
would grin. When I was little, she would come over to my Grandma Zeta's house more. She
would talk with everyone, or watch the kids play, and beam. Everyone was always really happy to
see her. "We're here, you can unbuckle now," my dad told me and my brother. Today was May 21,
2012. It had been a long time since the time we took Gigi for that walk. We all got

Biography Of My Grandmother
My grandmother, Kathy A Gerdes was born March 10, 1947 and has done many great things in
her life. She excelled in everything because she is very strong and determined to do things.
Growing up, I was always with her and watching her do things which is why I look up to her. It
wasn't until she moved in with us until I got to have a strong relationship and get to see the kind
loving person she is. This biography portrays what she has accomplished and how she is loving
and strong. As a child, my grandma had a very simple life even though her parents were strict. She
grew up in New Prague, Minnesota, by the old creamery. She had 3 siblings, Rosie, Roman, and
Tony. They are all older than her and each sibling is about 10 years apart. Her dad owned a barber
shop and her mom was stay at home. My grandma had to do many chores around the house
including dishes, cleaning, garden work, shoveling snow, and many other things. She was always
expected to do her chores for the day after school or she would be in trouble. Her parents were very
conservative catholics. Her family had to go to church every Sunday and they didn't have a choice if
they wanted to go or not.
Kathy had many memories as a child. She loved to play outside all of the time. She played things
like hide n' seek, ring around the frypan, Jacks, and marbles with shooters. She played many guy
sports like football and basketball because she always played with boys that lived around her. She
also loved to go ice skating. My

A Speech About My Grandmother
Family always come first to me, no matter what. Ever since I was little I remember going over to
my grandmother's house every holiday with my parents. For me, it was a very special time
because I didn't get to see my grandmother as often as I would have liked. When the holidays were
coming up, I remember how excited I would get to go see her.
There comes a time in your life when you start to run out of energies and are not as strong as you
used to be. When we are young we look at our older loved ones and we never expect them to lose
their strength. In our eyes they are similar to a super–hero in which they would never run out of
strength. But as a natural aging process, it will come sooner or later. My grandmother was a strong,
independent women. To this day I still admire that about her. When she started to lose her strength,
little by little she needed help with things that weren't ever a problem for her, like cleaning around
the home, cooking big meals for the family and taking care of herself and her hygiene. My father,
along with my aunts and uncles, knew that she no longer would be able to be as independent. In
order to prevent her from getting hurt or not being able to accomplish a task on her own, they
knew it was best to move her into a nursing home. At that age, around 9, I wasn't sure what this
meant or how it looked, or didn't even understand the point for it, she was my grandmother and in
my eyes she was perfect and a strong women. All I knew was that all the

My Grandmother
Research paper Every struggle in your life has shaped the person you are today be thankful for hard
times; they only can make you stronger– unknown. I feel that this quote best goes with my
grandmother because of all of the events that she had to overcome throughout her life have shaped
her into the person she is today. My grandmother, Earline Joy, was born in 1937 and is still living a
wonderful life. The event that affected her life include Civil Rights Movement, segregation, and
9–ll. Segregation is the first thing that I know affected my grandmother growing up. Although
slavery was abolished in 1865 but, African American we still not being treated as humans. "Whites
completely dominated government and law enforcement. African Americans who even attempted to
register to vote risked being fired, harassed beaten, or killed (Aretha 12)."
Under the Jim crow laws, Whites and blacks were separated in many daily activities (Altman 34).
This made it harder for blacks in the society to get a job, to get an education, and basically forced
them to be inferior to whites. "The Thirteenth through Fifteenth Amendments to the
Constitution–known collectively as the Civil War Amendments–granted fundamental citizenship
rights to blacks, but the reality in the South was quite different. Even as eighteen states in the North
and West were putting antidiscrimination laws in place by the end of the century, Southern states
were moving in the opposite direction, creating a system of

Every day was a struggle. Every morning, every night. Every second I would ask myself one
single question would my grandpa be alright? It all started with our annual trip to California.
Every summer, my family and I take a trip to Sacramento to spend time with my grandparents. We
always have a good time and I can't imagine doing anything else during my summer. Eating out,
watching movies, and spending quality time with Simran and my grandparents, is overall,
without a doubt, my favorite thing to do. I've always had a certain connection to my grandpa, or
as I used to call him, my nana. I can't explain why, but my grandpa was the shoulder I would cry
on. He was the one person I could rely on to always be there, because he always was. I knew I
could count on him. It was a sunny day, way too sunny. I woke up to the bright, shining California
sun. The birds were chirping, the trees were swaying, the flowers were blooming, and the grass
was greener than ever. It felt like a good day, it really did. I even believed it was a good day for a
second. However, I was snapped back into reality when I heard my grandma, or my nani, sobbing
in the other room. Oh, how reality can suck you in. In the split of a second, your best moments
can turn into your worst. Your smile can turn into a frown. Your nani, one of the strongest people
ever, could be sobbing. "Nani, are you ok?" I asked. She turned to look at me with tears streaming
down her face. I had never seen my nani cry. She wrapped

Essay on My Grandmother
My Grandmother
This poem explores the relationship between the speaker and her grandmother. It focuses on the
remorse and guilt she felt – and perhaps does still feel – about the way she behaved towards her on
one occasion, and can be seen as an attempt to exorcise this.
The poem is divided into four parts: the first stanza describes her grandmother working in the shop;
the second the incident which causes her guilt; the third stanza shows her in retirement. In the final
stanza, after her grandmother has died, the speaker reflects on herself and her grandmother's life.
The first stanza sets the scene – the antique shop reflects the character and life of the grandmother.
The words 'it kept her' suggest that it seems, to...show more content...
In fact, beneath the images of polish, silver and brass lies someone who can be 'hurt', who feels
though never speaks about how she feels, and who comes to be
'frail'; the poem deals with the speaker's complex response to this realisation. The grandmother's life
is bound up with the antiques even after she no longer keeps the shop. They accompany her to the
'long, narrow room' in which she essentially waits to die. This third stanza is full of unattractive
images – shadows, the smell of absence, things too long shut up – yet the speaker still has to
acknowledge that, to her grandmother, they represent 'all her best things'. This imagery sums up the
lfe of a person who has been defined by her antiques – 'the smell of absences' suggests the memories
that the grandmother attaches to these objects, but it also hints at an unfulfilled existence, while
'the shadows.../ That can't be polished' suggest the grandmother's loss of her habitual control as she
nears death (a state itself often associated with shadow), and are a disturbingly vague image.
In the poem's final image, 'the new dust falling through the air',
Jennings economically suggests the grandmother's joining of the antiques she devoted her life to.
But this image simultaneously reminds us of her absence from the room

Descriptive Essay About My Grandmother
My grandmother was a tough lady.
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, crissВcrossing over
her thin, frail fingers.
I remember holding her hands as a child, how delicate and soft they seemed and yet that never
made them seem any less worn or sturdy. Her hands told stories of different times, of different
worlds and hardships. She had grown up worlds away from me, in a different land, at a different
time, in an era and a life that I would never know.
My grandmother had stories.
But, she never told stories. Her stories were in the way she ate – she savored her food, cherished it.
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She was seldom outwardly affectionate. She didn't need to be. When I wrapped my arms around
her small frame, afraid I would break her, she responded with a strength disproportionate to her size.
She held tightly, like she was holding on for dear life, and then she let go, she smiled and she
moved on.
My grandmother was an intelligent woman.
She had little schooling, but she had run businesses. She had managed on her own, with a husband
and sons, in a country that didn't care for her or her culture, but only for their aggrandized version
of it. Her experiences were rightful cause to be jaded and hard, and yet she saw brightness and she
saw brightness in me. She saw the great things in life, she loved hard and appreciated the little things
– us going for a walk together or just sitting in the sun on a warm day.
My grandmother's stories were in her complaints.
My grandmother complained about petty things: things that I would complain about. But she never
complained about life and she never complained about pain.
My grandmother had developed a brain tumor, which when removed, removed much of her
immediate memory. For a long time, she didn't remember my name. She had no idea who I was. But
she tried and she learned.
She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The
last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite

Describe My Grandmother Essay
I often get asked who is the person I admire and look up to the most, the person whom I look up to
and always will is my abuela (grandmother), Margarita Romero Herrera. My grandmother is one of
the most influential, generous, caring person I have in my life and I am blessed to have an idol like
her growing up. By far one of my favorite memory with her is when I was younger, like around 2
years old, on rainy days we would lay down on the living room floor watching The Wizard of Oz
while waiting for my parents to get home from work. It is beyond hard for me to describe my
grandmother because I know that the way...show more content...
My grandma is my mother's mother, of course is has to be a part in my life because of how close
they are. To have someone like her in my life is a blessing. I was always taught by her to be
focused on myself, speak up when I something is bothering me, help others, respect others, and be
grateful. I have had my grandmother part of my life for about since the day I was born, there is
not a day that I go without seeing her. The days that I do not see her is hard because of how close
I am to her than with my own mother. There is times I think my grandmother is more of a mother
to me than my actual mother is, perhaps even an angel sent to me because she truly is someone
who I can go to and I know she'll protect me and help me when I need it most. My grandmother
was born on January 17, 1952 in Guadalajara, Mexico. She is the the youngest of her seven
siblings, 3 boys and 2 girls. While growing up in Guadalajara, Mexico, she lived with her mother,
Catalina, she never had the chance to live and grow up with her father, "me acuerdo que era un
hombre alto pero no muy bien lo conoci" (I only remember him being a tall man but I did not know
him that well). My grandmother did not get to finish her studies

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