This poem celebrates the 13th birthday of the author's nephew. It recounts memories from when the nephew was born in 1999 and family members gathered at the hospital. The nephew is now a teenager enjoying school and helping around the house, showing maturity. The author looks forward to celebrating the birthday over tea and hopes the nephew avoids becoming too "nutty" as he continues growing up.
Proyecto ejecutivo "PROGRAMA PARQUES EDUCATIVOS" con resumen estadístico, matriz conceptual, conclusiones de los talleres con organizaciones de la zona, mapas y ubicaciones de los dos primeros Parque Educativos.
You are to interview a woman 50 and older and write up the interview.docxshericehewat
You are to interview a woman 50 and older and write up the interview
in a 5 page MLA paper. You ask questions intended to elicit information about her life
and how it relates to the history of women in the late 20th century. Your paper
should be normal margins, 10-12 pt. font, typed and double-spaced. It should
include the approximate age of your interviewee—it does not have to include her
name.
EXAMPLE QUESTIONS ..........
What’s your first, most vivid memory? Going to my grandma and grandpa’s farm and making grandma walk me out to the outhouse for fear of a mean bannie rooster would peck me to death. He was afraid of grandma.
What was the apartment or house like that you grew up in? How many bedrooms did it have? Bathrooms? I lived with my mother and father mostly in a house in the city that had 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom. I had to share a room with my older brother that was upstairs.
What was your bedroom like? Very simple. It had 2 beds made of feathers, a desk with a lamp and one dresser for our clothes. Dallas (my brother got the bottom 2 and I got the top 2)
Can you describe the neighborhood you grew up in? Not really. Every chance I got I went to grandma and grandpas and spent time with them. They lived deep in the country. I had one friend out there that lived about 3 miles away on the next farm. His name was Carl.
Tell me about your parents. Where were they born? When were they born? What memories do you have of them? Both parents were born in Richmond, IN. Memories include more of my mother than my father. He was a drunk that stayed out all the time. He only came home when he was ready to pass out or to beat us.
Who was more strict: your mother or your father? Do you have a vivid memory of something you did that you were disciplined for? Since mom was the main one around I would say that she was more strict. I remember one instance when I was about 16 and mom had kicked me out of the house because she was forced to work with dad being gone all the time and I was telling her that I no longer wanted to take care of my little brother because I felt like I was his mother rather than her and that I didn’t want to do anymore of the house work. It was her house she should have to clean it. She kicked me out. I was sitting on the porch crying and dad came home (sober for once) and sat on the porch with me, got me calmed down and offered to give me a ride to grandma and grandpa’s.
Did your parents have a good marriage? No they had a horrible marriage.
How did your family earn money? How did your family compare to others in the neighborhood – richer,
poorer, the same? My family earned money from my mother working in a diner. Dad worked in a mill but we rarely saw his money. We did alright but I would say that we were on the poorer end of society.
What kinds of things did your family spend money on? The necessities and that was it.
How many brothers and sisters do you have? When were they born? What memories do yo.
I think one of hardest lessons we learn is that life and death always coexist. As was witnessed this past Friday when my mother-in-law’s 6th great-grandchild was born and by the end of the day her life in this world ended. Today, family and friends came together as we mourned her death and celebrated her life in the Mass of the Resurrection. I was privileged to preach at her funeral... so listen to how, in her final weeks, she was able to open our eyes to what the Irish call the ‘thin places’ in life and the spiritual wisdom she left us to live by...
was born at Kapiolani Hospital in Honolulu, Oahu, in the territory of Hawaii in 1951. He found out from a lady in a gift shop that the hospital had to move its Labor and Delivery Department into the basement after the attack on Pearl Harbor, then moved again to the third floor. This was to ensure the safety of the pregnant mothers and their babies, of which he and his mother Katherine were part of.
He and his family moved to San Francisco, California in 1958, a year before Hawaii officially became the 50th state.
1. 13 NOW A TEEN
It was December 1999
I was at my Christmas doo
When your day called us all to say
Mum had given birth to you
Aunty Claire was at the hospital
Your mum was having air from a mask
Nana Cathy had her butties
and was drinking tea from a flask
“Oh its a baby boy” you were the first
for the Kinsella and Fraughan Crew
And we fought like cat and dog to hold you
Until you wanted a poo
Watching Bob the Builder, Telly Tubbies
and Sponge Bob on TV
You've quickly grown now you sit on the beach
“Hey Dad have you seen those HOAP 's at 3!”
Your a little bright button
Doing so well to get to St Edwards School,
And just like me your aunty Sue sometimes your really cool
But now your 13 you have a task
you'll get chores in the house to help your mum
No sitting around being a lazy bones
and sitting about on your bum
Who knows what's in store the more you grow up
when Christmas has been and gone
If you show your an adult and act mature
She might let you loose in Liverpool One
So Happy Birthday my teenage nephew,
I 'll see you later for Tea
And remember this is always a chance
You might end up nutty like me!!!