...My grandfather Demi All through my childhood, there are many things about my grandfather and me that I cannot forget. My grandfather has a medium height and his clear black eyes contrasted nicely with his olive tone. There was a kindness in those eyes, and they always showed his in every emotion. My grandfather let me had a sweet childhood even though I did not grew up with my parents. When I was 5 years old, my parents decided to send me to my grandfather’s house, because they were too busy with their work to take care of me. That time was the third time I saw my grandfather because we didn’t live in same city. Therefore I was clinging to my parents thighs, I cried and shouted ask them to promise to stay. Finally, they still left even though I begged. After my parents had already left, I looked at my grandfather’s face with sobbing. At first glance, I felt my grandfather has a bad temper because he looked very serious and severe although he was angry about my parents were not responsible for me. I didn’t remember how long I cried. I just remember I followed my grandfather to my bedroom that had pink wallpaper. I stood by the bed and looked as he tidied up my stuff and asked me what kind of food I wanted to eat for dinner. At that moment I could not stop crying, so I didn’t say a word. I was sobbing. He looked at me and had a sigh, and then he left me alone. I forgot how long I slept, when I woke up and went to the living room. My grandfather sat there and watched the TV news...
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...Not my Grandfather’s Farm Background Farming has forever been a part of the Schisler family. The farm was created by and has stayed alive to this day, through hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. Just outside of Astoria Illinois there is an old gravel road named Shaw/Schisler road. At the end of this road you will not find big fancy machinery, or state of the art buildings, you will not even find cable television. What you will find though is one of the last farms in the area that is still family owned and operated and one that has survived by using old-school farming techniques that have been passed down from one generation to the next. By no means is my family farm a big business or multi-million dollar agricultural enterprise, it is exactly what my great-great grandfather intended for it to be when he started it way back when, a family farm. Sadly I do not know how much longer I will be able to say that. The advancements in information systems and technology have made old school farming a thing of the past. No longer are farmers using almanacs or the fact that old Joe’s knees are hurting this year so it is going to be a harsh winter followed by a dry summer, which is bad news for the agriculture industry. With computers, phones, tablets, and many other electronic devices a farmer can stay up to date with soil trends, weather analysis, crop growth pattern, all while sitting on the front porch swing drinking cup of coffee. If it were up to me, I prefer the old ways...
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...A Courageous Grandfather A person whom I admire so much in my life and is Certainly Courageous in my eyesight is my Grandfather ,Mr. Roy W. Locklear. At the age of 60yrs old adopted an infant who was born into this world to be left behind at a hospital in Huston Texas. My grandfather also suffers from Pelvic cancer and still seams to hold a smile on his face and say to me, ”Karrie, Everything is fine, when I know that its not. Last but least, He is the backbone of our family. Our family lost two nephews in the past five years and my grandfather has still stood strong and held the family together. On March 5,2001 I went over to visit with my Grandfather for supper. As I walked in the door sat my grandfather holding a newborn child and I said to my self maybe it was someone who was visiting child. So as I sat down in the chair next to him I asked, “Papa Roy whose baby is this, and he replies “Well Baby He is Mine and your grandmothers.” I sat there with this lost look on my face as he began to explain. My Grandfather has ran a construction crew for over 50+ years, and has helped people all of his life. He explained to me that He had a Hispanic lady that worked on the job and he began to notice that the lady was pregnant. He explains to the lady on the job that day that she can not be working on the job lifting heavy machinery and she pregnant. The lady explains to my grandfather that she had just gained some weight and that he was mistaken that she wasn’t pregnant. So she continues...
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...few moments to talk about my great grandfather Berlye Kinley. He is now ninety-one years of age and is a World War II veteran. In 1942 he stormed the shores of Utah Beach in present day France on “D Day”. I grew up listening to all of his adventures such as when he was hovered by a tank while in a “man hole”; however, he was not injured. The most exciting story he told was when him and a friend was walking up a dirt road in Germany and a sniper shot his buddy and was killed instantly; however my grandfather dived into a ditch to avoid being shot and/or killed. My Grandfather has been a very inspiring man in my life and has had a big impact on my family. He was faced with disturbing news last summer when my great grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer and later developed pneumonia due to other complications and passed away; along with my grandmother just a few years earlier. These were two very important people in his life. After these series of events he has been living a completely new life; which also impacted me because I have been privileged to see him more often. I am currently concerned about his health, he has recently had his pacemaker removed due to infection and is struggling to survive. I pray that he will live through these hardships that have come about in his life today, and that God almighty will watch over him and protect him, but if it is his will to take him, “so be it”. He would’ve answered my prayers. In closing my grandfather has been a great man in...
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...My Grandfather – A Commemorative Speech Some people leave this earth without their names being immortalized in history books, but that does not mean that they are forgotten. They are remembered by their friends and family. And some special people are remembered by people they hardly knew. My grandfather was one of those people. My grandfather was a special man. What made him special? Why will he be remembered by not only friends and family but also by small acquaintances? It was because he was a very selfless and compassionate man. He put everyone before himself in every situation. This was a man who worked three jobs at a time to support his wife and six children. He struggled most of his life to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. But he did so with a positive attitude and a smile on his face. He didn’t just speak of compassion. Often he would let his children’s friends stay with them when their parents couldn’t keep them in their own home for various reasons. And though he wasn’t a rich man, he provided them with a roof over their head and food on the table, the same as he would do his own family. These children will remember the man who took them in when they had nowhere else to go. And he did not just speak of courage. He was enlisted in the U.S. Navy during World War II. Often he would treat me to stories of when he saved fellow shipmates from being thrown overboard in the middle of a typhoon. And when he pulled into the port of Nagasaki and saw the...
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...The Influence my Grandfather had on my Career Field, Criminal Justice Have you ever lost someone that was so important to you, that you just didn’t really know where your life would go from there? Well I lost my best friend, my Grandfather. He and I did absolutely everything together, and he is the reason why I’m studying Criminal Justice. My Grandfather was a police officer for fifty-two years. And he always told me to strive for my dreams, and never let anyone or anything stop me or hold me back. Before he passed away, he told me that he knew I was sad and I didn’t want to lose him. So he Proceeded to tell me how strong, smart, and determined I was. Then asked me what I truly wanted to do with my life and my future. So I told him that I wanted to follow in his footsteps. He smiled at me and said “I love you Ang, and if that is what you truly want to do, I will be with you, and guide you through your endeavors.” After he passed away, I slipped into a depressed state, and I missed a lot of school. Then one day, I woke up and it felt like a burst of confidence swept over me. I knew at that moment, it was my Grandfather telling me not to worry about him anymore, that he was in a better place where he didn’t suffer or hurt anymore. So I started going back to school, and graduated High School with a 3.6 GPA because I knew I could do and be anything in this world, because I had my Guardian Angel looking over me from Heaven. When I first started at Sinclair, I was weary at first...
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...as a society have progressed so quickly over the last 50 years. Until conducting these interviews I was not aware of the immense amount of progress, and in some cases amount of deterioration, that we as a society have caused. It is obvious in the way that human beings have treated things like environmental sustainability, civic engagement and social justice over this time and this paper will be examining how these ideas have are different to generation. While interviewing my grandfather I was able to gather lots of information about not just the time he lived in, but also some information about himself that I had not previously known. He started off the interview by telling me about his childhood. My grandfather was born in Haarlem, Netherlands in 1940 and as many know this was the year that Germany began its occupation of the Netherlands. He grew up in a rural area and spoke about how little food him and his family had due to the conflict happening in his home country. When I asked my Grandfather about his childhood he told me there was little to be...
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...held diamonds I was 15 years old. I was in my room, playing one of my favorite games on Xbox. I was so entranced in this game that I didn’t quite notice the panicking voice that started coming out of my parent’s room. I just kept on playing thinking it was a work related issue. Then suddenly in the deep space of silence that was created in my mind by the rapture of the game, I heard the screaming voice of my mother that was at a pitch so high that it took me out of the game’s entrancement, and I just stood still. The screaming sound was one filled with pain, sadness and disappointment, all of those emotions projected in one sound. I stood still, with the remote still in my hands but not playing anymore, I was gathering up my thoughts. Then I stood up and started walking trough the straight corridor to my parent’s room. The closer I got the louder my mother’s cry was, and then I could see her with her hands cupped around her face crying. In that instant of time a cutting pain hit my heart and I knew without a doubt in my mind the reason why my mother was crying. I ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her. As I stood there hugging my mother every emotion that was projected by my mother’s scream rushed in to me. It was an uncontrollable wave hitting me and then surrounding me with the infinite matter of water which sole purpose was to drown me. A few days have gone by and here I was now standing in a graveyard surrounded by my family everyone dressed in dark colors. In front...
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...said that “Most of Warren’s best stories are painful, guilt-ridden commemorations of some young person’s rites of passage.” This story is no different. We see a kid return to the farm he loves, only to be met with questions. His grandfather, Mr. Barden, is not the same as he remembered. The grandson has trouble understanding his grandfather’s sudden flaws, and by reexamining his grandfather, is not capable of loving him anymore. At the beginning of the story we follow the grandson’s memory of what his grandfather looked like. The first line says “My grandfather had a long white beard and sat under the cedar tree.” This was how he imagined his grandfather while he was at school, but when he returned he was shocked to see that the beard was actually “gray and pointed.” This opening paragraph sets the tone for the entire story. The grandson had a majestic image of his grandfather in his mind, but the passage of time sheds light on imperfections that were previously unimportant. Paul Runyon says that “’When the Light Gets Green’ is a strongly autobiographical reminiscence of his grandfather Penn.” Runyon point helps show that this story is about the coming of age period in a young man’s life. The grandson continues to analyze his grandfather, who is looking into a “wavy green mirror.” The mirror is an interesting symbol in this scene. A wavy mirror makes it seem as though it would alter the appearance anyone who was looking into it. Also the idea of looking at a reflection...
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...life-size dump trucks, cranes, and excavators. I am the youngest of four children, thirteen years younger than my next sibling. By the time I was seven my parent’s marriage had reached a point where they decided to get a divorce. I can remember it was winter, cold and gloomy, when my mother came into my room to tell me that I would have to go live with her parents, my grandfather and grandmother Kotara; consequently, I immediately felt warm, energetic and excited when she told me this. Most children I think would have been upset; however, I was being sent to stay with my grandfather, who was my idol and best friend. I was 7 years old when I arrived at my grandfathers, just as eager to see me as I was him, who was a Polish immigrant, which liked Coca Cola, Hersey chocolate bars, pink snowballs, and loved to fish. Pampa, Texas consisted of grasslands, canyons, wheat fields, and ranches, as well as, the constant smell of fresh grass and extreme heat and cold the ever-changing climate. I can close my eyes, and to this day and that smell allows me to envision the vast grassland and canyons that seemed to go on forever. By the time I was born, he had built a heavy equipment business and a small drilling company, this is the stage that was set, which changed and developed my future. Even though I initially do not realize that my best mentor was at home, my grandfather let me play with all the equipment in his yard from the age of seven to nineteen; consequently, training me how...
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...James Austin RHET 105 All My Life For Sale Gold Cross Necklace: This Hawaiian manufactured gold cross necklace is the perfect combination of sophistication and subtlety. The simple, lightweight build of the gold chain in combination with the cleanly designed gold cross presents a stunning necklace. This necklace was purchased and resided in Maui with my grandfather for about 15 years. Worn daily, this necklace has been all around the world including incredible destinations such as Ireland, France, England, Africa, Japan. This necklace has given strength and power to my grandfather to help overcome life obstacles while also providing security when accomplishing great things. When it was past down to me, this necklace has seen many of my accomplishments like my confirmation and graduation. Having seen many beautiful sites and endeavors, this simple gold cross necklace has provided me with a gateway to my grandfathers past accomplishments and always reminds me to never stop working hard. Price: $1,000 Gold Notre Dame Mini-Helmet: This miniature Notre Dame gold football helmet will be a prized possession for any true Notre Dame Football fan. The details in the structure of this helmet are very realistic. The actual padding inside the helmet, the face guard, and mouth protector make your feel as if you are in the game yourself. My grandfather was a University of Notre Dame graduate in 1953, and ever since then he has been all about supporting Notre Dame. This helmet...
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...Actually... Santa Claus is my grandfather! *The following story is purely based on my imagination. :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Present 1 (it just means chapter 1, instead of writing chap 1, I feel this is more interesting? XD ) 'Will you be my queen, princess?' he spoke with so much love and gentleness, it could melt any girl's heart. Yes! I longed to say yes. I don't really know why but I just have this feeling that I have to say yes. However, the sad thing is that I can only see a black silhouette of this 'king' or 'prince' kneeling in front of me. I couldn't see his face. 'Yes,' I whispered lightly and at the same time, I could feel blood gushed to my cheeks. He rose from his knee and lifted my chin to face him. As he leaned closer toward me, my heart was pounding rapidly against my ribcage. Of course, I am nervous and excited because I haven't had my first kiss yet. Hey! Don't you dare to laugh at me! I am just waiting for the right person to appear at the right moment for the one and only first kiss. Every girl has her right to dream. :P I closed my eyes and anticipated the moment where our lips touched. It was soft.... Wet and sticky... Hold on a minute! Wet and sticky??!! Eww!! This was superb freaking, disgusting and totally wasn't what I had expected. 'Rise and shine, dearie!' a sweet and warm voice called out. This voice sound...
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...Hi everyone, I have never written a Personal essay before and this is the only part I am missing to complete my application. I need help please!! I became occupational therapist assistance first because I wanted to make sure this is what I would like to do. "Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does." This quote by William James has such as strong significance for me, mostly because I truly believe that no matter how a person helps another; you can have the opportunity to make a positive impact on that person's life. This is why I want to pursue a career in the field of Occupational Therapy; because I would like to make a difference in someone's life. I have always had a desire to help others, I completed my cota degree and I was preparing to apply for my social worker degree, but for some reason I decided to wait, partly because I had a feeling that I needed to make sure that the career I was choosing, truly reflected on who I am as a person and my professional aspirations. I had never heard of occupational therapy until I started working in an Early Intervention program and also had a very personal experience that allowed me to discover such a life-changing career. Last year my grandfather suffered from a fall, which resulted with a fractured light dementia. My grandfather, who had suffered from several fall previously. My grandfather has always been my hero, serving in the Military as a general doctor for many years, I had grown up admiring his strength in character...
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...American history. Many people black and white experienced the hatred, violence, verbal abuse and the anger and frustration it created. No one man or women had the same experience and no one can tell you better than someone who was there. The person who I interviewed was my grandfather, Willie B. Lofton Sr. He went through the Civil Rights Movement along with his friends and family. The movement brought forward hard times for more than half his life. Here is the story of the movement through my grandfather eyes. 1. What event or time in history did you experience? Grandfather: D-Day, Vietnam, Malcom X, Martin Luther King and JFK’s assignation. The boycotts, segregation and integration, the right to vote, the first television, the first...
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...Voting Restrictions By: Brittnay Smith Although the Civil War brought about many changes in the nation, some states were still biased when it came to politics. Before 1870, there many laws were passed with the intent on restricting certain people or races from voting; most created or implemented by Southern administrations and although all races had the right to vote, the South did not wish for African-Americans, Mexican-American, or certain whites to vote. However, after the ratification of the 14th and 15th amendments, minority races had a better chance to vote in federal elections, yet this did not impede the South’s attempts. The literacy tests, formally introduced in 1890, refers to state government practice of administering tests to prospective voters to test their literacy and determine their eligibility to vote. The tests were usually administered orally by white local officials; most questions concerned areas that mostly non-whites would not know. Alabama’s literacy test questions that were given to African Americans included naming all 67 county states judges in the state, the date Oklahoma was admitted into the Union, and stating how many bubbles were in a bar of soap. In light of this, the Supreme Court held that the literacy tests did not violate the 14th nor 15th amendment –but after a series of cases the Supreme Court restricted the use of the literacy test for non-English speaking citizens. Nevertheless, The Voting Rights Act of 1965 suspended the use of literary...
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