Stephanie Richard Texas Bound " The Death Of My Father" It was a nice crisp winter day in January 2005, my mother and I were getting ready to go grocery shopping with my grandmother, (because at that time my mom did not have a driver's license, so my gram brought us to do things). We were getting ready to leave and saying goodbye to my dad, I found it strange the way he said goodbye to us, he said, "bye, I love you" and he never really said that. Very rarely did he say I love you. Not paying much mind to it we headed out. At the grocery store my mom and I were having a good mother daughter day when all of a sudden they called her name over the loud speaker.
Thirdly, she illustrated us the process of how the whole family makes dumplings. Fourthly, when the dumplings ready for boiling, the next day was coming and she showed reader the way to eat it in traditional rules. Finally, after her grandmother passed away, she still uses her grandmother’s way to make dumpling and it became her family tradition. Connecting to my life, I did not experience the traditional New
The good parent will give of themselves so their children will have the best experiences and opportunities. In the book, So Far from the Bamboo Grove, by Yoko Kawashima Watkins, Yoko and her sister Ko’s mother sacrificed her needs for her children. During the long journey escaping from North Korea and trying to return to Japan, she always gave them most of her food and her coat and blanket so they wouldn’t be as hungry or cold. She felt that education was most important. With the little money she had, she enrolled them in school and paid for their tuition so they could finish school for the year.
She was very private about her pregnancies. Before giving birth, she would say to Bessie and Sadie, “Now take the little ones…and don’t come back all day.” After the death of her husband Henry in 1928, Mama moved to New York with her daughters Sadie and Bessie. Bessie retired in 1950 in order to care for Mama, now frail but “still full of spunk, right up to the end” (Delany, Hearth 255). Mama died on June 2nd, 1956 at the age of 95. To partly get over Mama’s death, the daughters bought a house in Mount Vernon, New York, where they would spend their days honoring her
After getting married Laura went to college and as part of an in-class interview assignment got introduced to a business savvy uncle that she had never met. This uncle was one of the core motivators in Laura’s life that really got her on the path to starting her own business. Based upon her new motivation and skills she developed as a child in sewing, materials, and color Laura started producing Native American Quilts and begin selling them from anywhere between $500 - $5000 a quilt. However though talented Laura found that this idea was impossible to continue. Through Laura’s involvement in one of her fundraiser events while she was selling her families fry bread recipe when she decided to pursue this idea as a possible venture after receiving positive feedback.
Struggling with Dementia: A Puzzle Being Torn Apart I remember just ten years ago right before my husband’s grandmother was diagnosed Alzheimer (a form of dementia). She lived on her own at this point; while we visited she would always bake us fresh cookies while we watched westerns with her about once a week. You could just walk in her apartment in enter a time capsule these were some of the happiest memories of my life. Then as the days passed and weeks turned into months she started to forget little things here and there. She started to get frightened more often even for her, that was hard because she was living alone at that point this made us very worried about her.
Migrant Mother The photograph ‘Migrant Mother’ is one of six photographs taken of the migrant family (being Florence Owens Thompson and three of her children) by photographer Dorothea Lange (May 26, 1895 – October 11, 1965{jh}) The photograph was taken in February or March of 1936 in Nipomo California. Dorothea Lange was one of many photographers employed by “The Farm Security Administration”. The photographer’s purpose was to document with photos the effects of the Great Depression on the population of America. The photos were intended to show American people and the American government the hardships and terrible conditions that disposed farming families were dealing with and to change peoples concepts of migrants, but most importantly show the government that these people needed major relief. American farmers suffered terribly during the Great Depression.
Jenna was a member of the 4-H club in Verona which gave her the opportunity to actually raise, show, and sell animals. Jenna has shown llamas, sheep and goats; she has a won some awards for her animals and has also made some money by selling them. Later in our interview I asked Jenna what she wanted to be doing in ten years and since I could already tell she liked the outdoors I wasn’t surprised to hear that she would like to be living in Colorado and would wants to be involved in nursing. Though I only had a short amount of time to talk with Jenna I found that we had more in common then I originally thought. She has a wide range of hobbies from backpacking to showing animals at the Dane county
Migrant Mother The photograph I have chosen for Essay #1 is one of the most famous pictures ever taken during the time of the Great Depression. "Destitute Pea Pickers in California. Mother of Seven Children, age Thirty-Two. Nipomo, California (LOC)." Dorothea Lane’s photograph known as Migrant Mother, was taken in 1934 but has remained symbolic despite the tests of time.
She was slowed by congestive heart failure, broken pelvis, and pace maker installation during this time but she never stopped. During the day while Julie and I worked she would pass the time watching our extended family’s children and grandchildren play in the yard in front of her camper or enjoy a trip to the casino with Keith, or a visit from a friend or family member that made a special trip to visit with her. The kids finished school in late May and by this time we already had Ma-Maw’s house 80% complete and we all moved back to the parish and lived in trailers in our yard. We gave her our FEMA trailer so she was able move back with us, she maintained her independence, and we were able to check on her daily (Win-Win for everyone!). She bought a car, found Mrs. Alice, and the casino trips were