Family Stories Essay

Autobiography Of My Family
I was born and raised into a hardworking family that are the complete opposite of culture
alienators. My siblings and I are all first generation in America on my mom's side and second
generation on my dad's side. Life was very hard for my parents to raise all seven of us and
depended on my grandparents for most of their help. Being that my grandparents brought all nine
of their kids to America from Belize it was also very hard for them so survive and find stability.
Most families that come to America from a third world country usually find it very difficult to
keep up family traditions and sometimes lose all contact. My family found a way to stay very
close and keep the Belizean culture very alive still to this day. As you can tell by now...show more
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This left my mom with seven kids to raise by herself. Meaning one on one time was rare, because
my mom is not a superhero and could not be in multiple places at one time. Grief left my family
and I in a place where we did not know what to do, but we eventually got out of it, and continued
on with our life. We always remembered the hard working parents we had, and the hard working
mother we still had. I am resilient and got back on my feet and continued to attend school,
graduated elementary school, and will soon graduate from high school. Although, I have gone
through many difficulties it has made me work harder as an individual and choose my career
choice at an early age. Being that I was very into the heart at a young age, and my father passing
from a heart disease, I always knew I wanted to study cardiology, and will someday soon become a
cardiologist. Being that my mother has attended medical school several times, I first handedly
have seen how difficult it can be. I have been told by many people to pick a different profession
because of that; But because of how passionate I am about cardiology and the amount of times I
have experienced people deal with heart problems has assured me that I have chose the right
profession. I being a very conscientious person has has also assured me that I will be able to tackle
medical school and become a cardiologist. I believe that the first steps of becoming a cardiologist is
that I have personally experienced people suffer from
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My Family : My Crazy Family
My Crazy Family
"And he will be missed" We went to New Mexico a few years ago for my uncle James' funeral and
this is how they ended it.. It wasn't much of a funeral because it was at the Moose Lodge. This is
sort of like a pub bar thing. It had shuffleboard and pool but we aren't aloud to get the pieces for it
because we weren't of age to go up to the bar. They had people food and they had an open bar and
a shot in front of his ashes. "He looks a little dry, should I give him the shot?" My mom asked my
uncle Jackie, all us thought she was funny, Jackie, Val, and Charlie didn't seem to think she was
funny. So my sisters Hayley and Mikayla, my cousins Heather Grace and Victoria, my cousin's
husband David, her step son Zay, and me played shuffle board the whole time we were there. When
we left we went back to my aunt's ex–husband's,Joe, house because that was where we were staying.
The 6 adults were outside while us 5 kids were inside playing games. They were there all night
and when they finally left my sisters and Victoria watched The Breakfast Club, I was out like a
light that night. When we woke up the next day my dad had already been to the gas station to pick
up coffee because Joe doesn't have a coffee maker which was problem for my family. After everyone
was finally ready, we went over to my uncle Steve's "house", it is a mobile home. WE spent the
morning there, we even got to take a few of my uncle James' pocket knives, I took like 3, he made
them all the time

Essay on My Family History
My Family History
Family history is very important to an individual. By knowing where you come from, you can have
a better perspective of your life. Having a clear understanding of your family background allows you
to better appreciate the things that you would normally take for granted. The house, the car, and the
average clothing may look better when one sees the sacrifices their family has made. They will see
that their family has worked very hard just so their family can experience the better things in life. A
persons roots and origin is one of the most important things to explore. It alone can bring you closer
to self–discovery.
There are two sides to a person's family and one side of my family has...show more content...
One of these is that on Thanksgiving everybody comes together to my parents' house in New Jersey
for a huge feast. On Christmas only my mother and the children (me and my brother) travel to Illinois
to spend a week with my grandparents. On New Years Eve we all get together at my parents'
house in New Jersey and toast to the New Year with champagne and apple cider. During Labor
Day weekend all of my family travels to South Jersey to my grandfathers' condo. We usually
spend all of our time on the beach and barbequing, except on Sunday when we go to church. After
all, my grandfather is a minister. One of our biggest family traditions is going back to Puerto
Rico. Every year my mother and I travel back to Puerto Rico for a portion of our summer
vacation. Now that I am older I travel there more often and stay there much longer. My father never
joins because he doesn't like my mothers side of the father too much and he thinks that we when we
speak Spanish we are all plotting against him. Of course that's not true though. My bother doesn't
speak Spanish so he doesn't like to go either. I guess that tradition is one that belongs solely to my
mother and I.
The role of the people in family basically stayed the same for most of the generations with a little
change in the later generations. Earlier the males were the only ones that worked in the family and
the wife stayed at home and took care of the house and

A Story Of My Family
Every family has their fair share of stories to tell with each generation. My grandparents told my
sister and me some interesting stories and my parents passed them on to my sister and I. Through
all the experiences that they have shared with us, it felt as if we were with them and shared that
moment together. With all the stories that 'exist' it was inevitable that there were a few stories that
intrigued us or stuck with us wherever we go.
One story that interested me was about the eventful time that my family had leading up to my
parents' wedding on October 27, 1999. A week before the wedding there was a festival known as
Diwali so everybody on mom's side met to have some fun. Everybody was playing cards in the
house as it was raining outside. Around 10 pm the power went out, and in India, the power going
out when there is heavy raining is nothing out of the ordinary. They continued to play cards in the
light of a few candles, and around 12 it began to get windy and even at this point, nobody realized
that anything bad was going on. It continued to get worse outside eventually, it got bad enough that
the windows began to break and the wind began to rush through the ventilators. This caught their
attention because the houses in India are made of concrete and the doors are made of iron. The
storm was steadily increasing in strength and water began to rush into the house. As the night
progressed, they began to see trees fall down by the dozens. Grandma and Grandpa began to

My Family : A Short Story
Growing up, my family was ideal. My sisters and I were all very happy and very coddled by my
father, he was my hero in my early years, he would always be the fun and loving parent when my
mom would yell. My dad was into welding, fishing, and playing guitar, I thought that no dad could
possibly be more outstanding or influential than my own, he was impeccably intelligent and
resourceful. My family and I had not spent a holiday apart, the amount of love that took place in
our home was uncomparable. While growing up in my household, I had not faced many issues
with myself and my family, we had always felt secure with one another and spent our days
happily together, just us five. Until one day that five became a four. As I had gotten a little older,
my parents started losing their love for each other, I was incredibly naive as a girl and felt as if
this was temporary, as if were to stop at any moment and would end and we could somehow seem
to not acknowledge what took place the previous night as all of us sat in our diningroom and
devoured our breakfast in uncomforting silence. In every family you will encounter an argument
between parents, but to me it was as if the world had plunged into a vortex. I never imagined them
separating, I knew my sisters and I would not be able to handle that and we would slowly and
mentally separate ourselves as well. I could not handle the heartbreak any longer so I eventually
asked my mom a simple question, I asked her where her love had

My Family Memories
As a young girl, I had what some people might call the "perfect" nuclear family. My parents, both
very attractive individuals, had the two cutest blonde–haired and blue–eyed kids in church every
single Sunday. Each afternoon, my dad would come home from his 9:00 to 5:00 and greet my
stay–at–home mom with a kiss. We ate supper together every night at the dining room table; then,
we would snuggle up on the couch before our parents told us bedtime stories and tucked us in.
However, as they say, nothing lasts forever, and nothing is perfect. Although this may seem like
an essay about one of those families you only see in movies, that is simply not the case. If my
childhood were a movie though, it would not be the kind you're thinking. As I got a little older
and started attending the elementary school right down the street, I begin to lose memories of
my mom. No, she did not pass away, but I just don't remember her being around. I know that she
put a ribbon into my curly hair every morning before school, but I don't recall any other memories
of her. Because my parents got married when my mom was fresh out of high school and my dad
was in his late twenties, my mom never went to school or got a degree, or even a job for that
matter. However, she eventually decided that she wanted . . . more. Therefore, she started going to
college at night to get her teaching degree. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and
wanting my mommy, as most little girls do.

My Family Story
Prologue A long time ago, or it feels that way, my life was good. Happy. Peaceful. Growing up, I
never thought that maybe I was unlucky. I was always grateful for the riches my family had, for
our presumed safety in the collapsing government. My mother, Adeline, died three years after my
twin brother Leonardo and I were born, so I didn't remember her that well. My father said he'd
never remarry, that he loved my mother too much, but sometimes I thought we'd be better off if
he had. Let me explain. Six years ago, when I ten years old, my father disappeared. He left no
will, and we had no near relatives of legal age. Despite our protests, everything my father owned
was turned over to his colleague, an elderly man named Mr. Anselmus who wanted nothing to do
with us. Mr. Anselmus had never been my father's friend, per say, but they worked together and
he was the closest thing to a grandfather we ever knew. He wasn't exactly friendly, and he hated
children, but he was a rich and powerful man and often got what he wanted. In this case, he wanted
us gone. We never heard from him again. Description We were shipped off to a farm to work.
Hundreds of miles away from our home, our life, our newly–non–existent family. As we pulled in on
a broken down horse cart, clothed in nothing much better than rags that hardly protected us from the
nipping, frosty air, we stared up at our new owner's massive castle. My brother wiped a tear from my
cheek. I smiled, turning to him, and punched

My Family Short Story
The best thing that has ever happened to me is my family. What can I say about my family, my
kids? I can say that they are my angels the best present that god had send me. The most joyful gift
that anyone can get. Family comes first more than anything in life. I am blessed to be a mother of
three children. When I found out that I was expecting my first kid I was really in shock. Yeah I
was only a teenager back then, I was nineteen years old. Back then I was attending high school
everyone kept looking at me like a weirdo. My parents were upset at me but, they didn't left me
alone with my pregnancy. They gave me their hundred percent support. You can imagine I was their
princess and her only daughter. Long story short in June 23, 2004 I...show more content...
I don't regret my sleepless, crying, and craziness life. The love I have for them is everything and
anything in this world. After all the craziness with my first two princess I tough I had finish. I
had always say that an even number of kids it's a good number. But guess what I got pregnant again.
When I found out I was pregnant I was very happy but, I said that will be my last one. After a long
time and I thought about getting pregnant which I did. By this time my oldest was twelve and my
youngest was seven years old. I had to restart all over again with diapers, bottles, milk, and diaper
bag. Goodbye to my purses, hello diaper bag "again". This time I was expecting a boy "wow". I was
really happy I was having a boy but, at the same time I was afraid. My mind was going crazy "oh my
god a boy, what will I do with a boy". The month past super–fast by the time it was January 22,
2016. I was blessed with my baby boy. This time I had a lot of help my girls, my parents, and my
brother. My girls will help me with anything the baby needed. I couldn't be happier with my three
kids. When my last baby was born I decided to go back to school. After fourteen years I am here. I
am afraid of being here but, I will not give up. My kids are my motivation to keep me going forward
and never look back. My family is my world and wouldn't change it. To conclude my three kids
keep me going. Does three angles are my motivation my motor to

Essay about My Family Heritage
My Family Heritage
Family Defined
The word family has changed so much in the past century. A family back in the 1950's was probably
considered a husband, wife, and one or more children. Times have changed and families have
become much different. The Interpersonal Communication: Relating to Others book defines family
as a, "Unit made up of any number of persons who live in relationship with one another over time
in a common living space who are usually, but not always, united by marriage and kinship" (Beebe,
Beebe & Redmond, 243). Families can be broken up into five different types. The first is the
traditional family, which includes a mother, father, and their biological children. Next, is the blended
family which includes...show more content...
William, known as Bill, was born on July 20, 1921 in Minneapolis, MN. He worked in the plaster
/stucco business for over 25 years before working at Northwest Airlines. His wife's maiden name
was Lorraine Mulcahy. Lorraine was born on August 13, 1922 in St. Paul, MN. Lorraine went to
college at the University of Minnesota where she got her Bachelor of Science degree and became a
dental hygienist. My grandma "Lo" is the genealogy nut in our family. She has searched for
birthdates, marriage licenses, and other documents of her grandparents. I called grandma Lo to get
some information on my great–grandparents and family stories. I found out I was part Norwegian
and I never even knew it! Grandma Lo's parents were Edward Mulcahy and Olga Shermoen. Her
father Ed was born on April 15, 1880 in Minneapolis, MN. Ed worked as a claim agent for the Great
Northern Railroad in the twin cities. Olga was born on March 15, 1888 in Hawley, MN. She also
worked for the Great Northern Railroad as a matron. Edward was 100% Irish while Olga was 100%
Norwegian. This makes my grandma Lorraine 50% Irish & 50% Norwegian. My grandpa Bill was
adopted in Minneapolis so his genealogy is unknown. He was told by his adopted parents that he
was mostly Irish. If we pretended Bill was 100% Irish, this would make my mom 75% Irish and 25%
Norwegian.
Father's side
My father's name is Gerald Otto Utz. He was born on January 23, 1950 in Springfield, MN. He is

My Family's Immigration
Annette Chu
Mrs. Grover
English 9A
26 November 2012
The Reason I was Born in the USA
й‡‘е±± or Gold Mountain was the name given to the United States by the people of China looking
for new opportunities. The immigration story on my mother's side of the family begins with my
great–grandfather's journey to the United States in search for a better life for himself, his wife, and
his four children. At this time, the majority of the population in China was living in poverty. Being
able to come to America was the dream of many in the hopes they would be able to become wealthy.
However, it was a rough start for my great–grandfather. The language barrier was a major obstacle
and job options for foreigners were very limited; the only job...show more content...
Instead, my grandmother and my great–grandparents decided to meet in Hong Kong. It was a huge
risk for my grandmother to take because she was leaving China. During the Cultural Revolution, this
was viewed as being unfaithful to Chinese government and the person could be subject to public
humiliation. Red Guards Nevertheless, they were reunited for a period of time.
Knowing that there was the possibility that they would never see their daughter again after she
returned to China, my great–grandparents pleaded my grandmother to stay in Hong Kong.
However, my grandmother knew by doing so she would be regarded as an anti–revolutionist, and her
husband would be persecuted for her actions. Once again she was separated from her parents.
Years later, my mother knowing how much her mother wanted to be reunited with her parents,
studied hard to give her mother the chance to come to America. By succeeding academically, she
was able to travel to the United States as a foreign college student at the age of 18. After graduating,
she became a US citizen and filed the appropriate papers that allowed my grandmother to immigrate
to the United States. At the age of 65, my grandmother's family was complete

My Family Research Paper
Having known my family all my life, it is easy to say that there are without a doubt three words that
can solely describe my family, hardworking, hectic, independent. Surprisingly, both my mother and
father work for the city, a combined working experience of more than twenty–five years. As for my
siblings, I can't say much for them. But without a doubt, each and every single person, through
blood, mean everything to me. I remember as a kid, waking up to my father's alarm at 4:30 in the
morning, smelling the fresh brew or dark black coffee my whips up to keep him awake. Hearing
him quietly walk around the house, grabbing his lunch box and heading out the wooden door was
my favorite thing to sit and wait for before school on a winter day. Something about the cold
nights and hearing my father shuffling around in a hurry to get to work made me particularly
happy when I was a kid. Still, the memory warms my heart, though I do not see much of the alarm
clock or the lunch box anymore for he has replaced them. Might as well as take away my inner
happiness. Realizing that my father works more than fifty hours a week just to meet ends meet
made me want to help out. But what was a kid supposed to do? I thought to myself that cleaning the
house was the best answer but that was merely just a choir. Children at young ages usually don't
understand parents, and I for one was no exception. I didn't understand why or even when my dad
came home at the various times he did. Waiting at the

My Family Essay
No one can't meet a family like mine's. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays
an important role in all my family's lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my
mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible
for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals
and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He
actually doesn't have any responsibilities, for he's the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I
always go beyond my parents' expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by
being a role model that they can look up to. Another...show more content...
Doing what my parents tell me to do is just one of many reasons why I am a rock of support for
my family. Not only do I support my parents, but I also support my younger cousins and brother.
As an eldest brother and cousin, I feel I must be a good example for the young ones. There are
numerous methods of showing my cousins and brother support. One main way is by providing
advice on making the right choices. For example my brother had a problem at school with one of
his classmates. As a mature and responsible older brother, I advised him to use the non–violent
approach. I told him to go discuss the problem and try to resolve it peacefully. My brother then
asked me why he shouldn't fight his classmate. I explained how violence is the answer to
anything. I advised him to first talk to his classmate in a professional manner. If then things get
out of hand, I told him to let the teacher know the situation. In the end, my brother didn't need to
get the teacher involved. In fact, their conflict was resolved by talking through with each other. I
also am very supportive of my little cousins. One way I help them out is by tutoring them once in
a while. They come over to my house and I assist them with their school work. Not only I help my
cousins with their homework, but I also support them recreationally. I play various sports and
activities with them. As their older cousin/brother, I feel I should be a good role model to follow. I
am also known for being there

Essay on My Family's Ancestry
Gathering research about my family and its history turned out to be an interesting and insightful
opportunity, through which I learned much more than I expected. When I started this project, I
knew that I would not be able to find as much useful information on the Internet as some of my
peers. In effect, I realized that I would have to rely on other primary resources such as my parents
and grandparents to reveal the story of my ancestry to me. After I had interviewed them, my family
history became much clearer to me. More than 2 millennia ago, around the 3rd century BC, a group
of Tamil–speaking people from present–day South India migrated to the nearby island of Sri Lanka.
Among these people, known today as "Sri Lankan Tamils", are my...show more content...
The Peninsula has a hot, monsoonal tropical climate characterized by a dry season from February
to October and a wet season from October to January. Because of the monsoons, the region is
humid and averages three feet of rain each year, which is relatively low compared to the rest of the
island. The climate of the region allows for many crops to be grown including many varieties of
fruits and vegetables.
While interviewing my parents and grandparents, I learned about many customs and aspects of
the Sri Lankan Tamil culture. Sri Lankan Tamils are devotees of the Shaiva sect of Hinduism,
mainly worshipping the lord Shiva. The three main cultural festivals celebrated in the area are
Thai Pongal (beginning of the harvest), Chittrai Pongal (Tamil New Year), and Deepavali (Hindu
Festival of Lights). In addition, pujas (religious rituals) are performed for different occasions, such
as the death day of an ancestor or the celebration of a certain Hindu deity. It was also a custom to
ask the village astrologer for advice on certain decisions, such as the name of a newborn child.
Paternal Great–Grandparents In the early 1900's, Kadirasaipillai and Vairavipillai Kandappar, my
paternal grandmother's parents, were born in the village of Puloly, Northern Province, Sri Lanka.
They were both born into families of the Vellalar caste of Tamil society and went to school at Puttalai
Vidhyalayam, the only schooling option

The Story Of My Family
The story of my family is one that I do not tell often. Although my entire family may not be in
agreement at all ties, I know that there is a purpose for every single person in my family; there is
a reason that I have the ties I do. Each person and each event builds on the continuous story of my
life. Each new day is another chance to embark upon a journey that has the potential to change my
life forever. Every time I see my parents, I tell them that I love them. Life itself is so fragile, and
we never know what is in store for the future. When I think of my family narrative, I think of
courage, resilience, love, compassion, joy, difficulty, and many more emotions and reactions. This
is the story of my family as it relates to Marriage and Families today.
My parents were married on January 15, 1994. They have been married for 22 years now, and the
beginning of my family was signified on that day. My parents were married for 2 years before
having their first child. Twenty years later, I am still their only child. My mother's pregnancy with
me was filled with stress and unexpected turns. I was born prematurely at two pounds and twelve
ounces; an entire two months prematurely. My mom had to stay with me in the hospital for months
because I developed jaundice and other conditions that deteriorated my health. The problems did
not end there, however. I would love to believe that racism and colorism are not issues anymore, but
sadly they are even today. The sight of my pale skin led

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