I’m living on the ranch now and, truth be told, I don’t think I can be here much longer. I made a mistake in marrying Curley. I needed a way out of living with you and the only way I could do that was to marry someone, to be respectable. Curley was following me around like a pup for weeks and I liked the attention he gave me, I could see the way it tore him up to see me talking with other guys, even though we weren’t together. I thought it was kind of sweet.
My Life 1 A Little Piece Of My Life PSY 202: Adult Development and Life Assessment My Life 2 A Little Piece Of My Life In my eyes, I accomplish many steps to reach certain goals, but with many failures to keep me on the right track. I was born in a small town in Puerto Rico called Santa Isabel. My parents knew each other growing up before they got married; pretty much everyone knew each other. Finding a Job was tough as everyone competed with each other, unless you wanted to work on the farms, as most of my older generation did. My parents decided to moved to the United States, for bigger opportunities,
Descending from difficult households, both my parents moved from Mexico to the United States in hopes to build better lives for my brother and I. Living alone in a foreign country has never been easy, however. My parents have built our lives from scratch with no outside family support. When I was young, my dad was always switching from menial job to menial job in hopes of find something better. My mom always helped out as best she could, at times selling coke and candy to neighbors, but her primary concern was always taking care of her children.
Moving to Indiana has been a real adventure for my family. It was a hard decision but as a family we decided to come to Indiana from West Virginia because my dad and older brother had the opportunity for a job in a factory to work and help support the war effort. They got a job in a factory in Elkhart, Indiana and we settled just outside of town and we even have a small amount of land. The land is just enough that my family can do some farming. My younger brothers and I help Mama around the farm and I know he really appreciates it.
It was said that the house just set there for 17 years after Jefferson death before the next family took over it. That would be the Levy Family. They tried to keep everything restored to the original look that Jefferson had. He also told us that Jefferson was always adding on to the house the whole time he stayed there. I had a lovely time during the tour and I will be taking another trip out there to see the rest during the spring or summer
was, you have to know his background and the sittings that influence him. His mother and father Alberta Williams King (Mama King) and Michael King Sr.(Daddy King and Martin Luther King Sr.) were married on November 25, 1926(Carson 1). Daddy King was born in 1899, one out of ten children and worked in a field until the age of fourteen. King Sr. was forced to leave the fields of Stockbridge, Georgia because the field boss cheated his father out of money and he spoke up. So King’s Sr. mother feared that he was going to be punished or killed, she made him get on a bus to Atlanta, Georgia (Sitkoff 7).
When I was a kid I used to live with my mother and my grandparents, I grew up without knowing my father, but I was happy because my grandparents always bought me everything I wanted, at that time I was the only child at home. Later my Mom got married, and I had two brothers. I learned how to share my toys with them, and I got a stepfather who taught me many good things because he is a good and hard working man. My Mom is lucky. Before I finished the high school, I started to work for a big tools company as a salesman helper (where I learned many new things).
Without the tools, and seeds I had to work at a nearby plantation. My labor was paid with seeds, and lumber. Two years after settling in Jamestown, my wife Mary died during child birth. She was very supportive of raising our boys in Virginia. Mary asked my why did I choose Jamestown, and it was a very easy answer.
He was one out of six Mexican-American children. He was born in a small adobe house he was raised there, as well. He owned a ranch and a store; sadly, he lost his land during the Great Depression. He then lost his home too, after that Chavez and his family moved to California to become migrant farm workers. A farm worker is someone that moves around with the work, they work in farms picking whatever the land gives them.
Though I am not proud of what I did, those were the best times of my life until I became part of God’s church. Raised in a small town in Mississippi, my father was never predestined for greatness. He was raised on southern hospitality, style, and values. These values consisted of church every Sunday, daily football games, and family reunions at dinner. With my grandmother being a school teacher my father was naturally inclined to stand out from the other kids in his class through determination, and shear force from his mother to complete his homework.