...home away from home. There was always good food to eat, lots of toys to play with and I could play dress up with grandma’s old clothes. I was the only child, so having something to do at my house was always a problem. At grandma’s house things never got old. There was never a dull moment in that house. The house was pretty old so it had a lot of hidden rooms and doors. Some of these doors lead to nowhere. I remember opening a door on the third floor that had just a brick wall behind it. I still wonder what that room use to be and why it was bricked up. Every time I found a new door id run to my grandma and ask her for a key to open it. She would smile and hand me a key ring full of keys and tell me I’d have to find which key it was. I would be there all day trying each key tell I opened the door. Rainy days where the best at grandma’s house. We would play games together. Grandma would hand me a sheet of paper and tell me to count all the windows and doors in the house. Each time I’d get a different number. I just don’t understand it! We would go out into the garden and I would name all the different bugs I saw. If I got to close to some of them I would get bitten but that never stopped me from going back the next day. Grandma’s house was always an adventure. I was always full and happy when I was there. I am now a mother and my little one enjoys grandma’s house as...
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...YICUN LI ENL211 Feb.6th What does my grandma say “YICUN, come over here, stop playing your game, it's time for eating.” My grandma was yelling. Under this situation, if I don't go to eat, she definitely would walk to me with a Chinese shovel and drag me to the dining table. This is my grandma, a normal housewife. She had taken care of me for 13 years since when I was born until she passed away when I was 13 years old. In our life, there should be a person who plays a most important role from your family, giving you love and building up your personality. For me, my grandma is that person. Without her, I cannot be who I am now. In China, a lot of family are really traditional, most of the kids would be raised by their grandparents, and my family is one of them. Because of the arduous business work for my parents, they didn't have time to take care of me, so that I grew up in my grandma's house. When I was young, everything I learned was from my grandma and her instructions and inspiration gave me an important benefit in the future of my life. Then, what does my grandma say? She told me to be honest. There is an interesting story that happened when I was 6. I lived in a big house with a huge garden. My grandma planted a persimmon tree in the backyard, so the happiest time for me every year when I eat persimmons. The story happened surrounded with this tree. In the summer of 2001, I went to the backyard for soccer and accidentally found out that there was a seldom ripen...
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...Riyadah gazed out of her bedroom window of her grand mother's little two-bedroom house and sighed as she closed her journal after penning a brief entry. Riyadah was a simple and pretty easy going young lady. She got her subtle ways from her grandmother Lisa Evens who'd spent most of her impressionable years with. As the aroma of fried bologna entered her old bedroom, she smiled at all the memories of her grandmother's fried bologna sandwiches. When she was younger and would visit or spend time with Grandma Lisa, bologna would be the only thing that she would eat. It would be her first request as soon as she walked through the front door, and Grandma Lisa would give it to her by the pounds. She would feed her bologna so much that her father would go and take it out of the fridge when he would drop her off. The vivid memory brought a smile to her lips. She sat up on the old twin bed and looked around at the pictures of her when she was a little girl that her grandmother kept up. The old home had so many memories. Riyadah was a full time employee of the Philadelphia Freedom School and she was also a part time student at Community College in her second year, on her way to Temple University through a dual enrollment program. She had her own apartment with a guy she dated since high school, but a terrible fallout over infidelity issues abut a week prior had brought her back to her grandmother's house to figure things out. Riyadah was always a deep thinker. Her ability to process...
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...And on January 4, 2017 my grandma had passed. Those few days were really hard on me and made me realize that I didn’t really spend time with my grandma even though I loved her dearly. Everyone called my grandma Mami Concha. She got that name because she was the one that took care of everyone. She would take care of everyone before herself. And knowing that, I'm sure she got the idea that she should cherish every minute of life with family while she had it. And you know that she knew the importance of time with family because of everyone she took care of. My grandma is the reason why I started to believe in this value. And to make it even more of a new moral for me on January 6, 2017 my dog passed just two days after my grandma. I had that dog since I was 2 years old. So Daisy was part of our family for 15...
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...Grandma’s house was always warm, and inviting. The night before mine and my cousin, Aja’s, cross country road trip, when I was about 9, we spent the night at our grandparent’s house. I remember like it was yesterday. We always slept in the living room, in front of the fireplace. The wall opposite of the fireplace was the kitchen, and dining room. Directly across the room from the fireplace, in the dining room, was the door to enter the garage, and in the garage was a room. The room in the garage was the hobby room, were we used to do crafts and make ceramics. When you entered the garage, straight ahead, you would see a screen door and the door into the hobby room. To the right was a door, that lead outside to the back yard, and once outside, to the left, was the gate to proceed to the front yard. All of us, including my grandparents, where gathered around the fireplace roasting marshmallow’s to make s’mores, and watching The Wizard of Oz. Around nine o’clock that evening was time for bed, Aja and I arranged thick mat’s on the floor, in front of the fireplace to form a large bed. We decided to stay up, after my grandparents went to bed to play some card games. After much debate, we decided to play a game of war in front of the roaring fire. Aja, won the first round, and I won the second round. We started playing gin rummy next; it was pretty fun and lasted quite some time. It was getting pretty late, and by now it was ten thirty. I threw some more wood on the fire, and...
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...IT AWAY FROM ME!” I looked immediately over to Fuzzy and we sprinted across the tree-lined trail to my grandmother’s home. We came upon her standing on a green plastic lawn chair with a large wooden shovel in her hand. “Grandma, what is wrong?” I shouted from afar. “It’s a snake! There is a snake in the flower bed!” she panted out frantically. Being the rebel I was, I strolled over there rolling my eyes at my grandmother’s silly sense of panic and began searching for the snake. If only I could go back in time and do what any regular kid would do when they sense panic in an authority figure. I would have sprinted the other direction in a heartbeat. I ran to the distress call of my grandmother only to find her weeping in the corner of the yard. “Heavenlee, listen to me, call the police,” she said with a quivering voice. This made me shudder just a little bit. My grandmother was a strapping almost six foot tall, broad shouldered, rugged to the bone woman. I had always looked up to her for her very presence was menacing. She was the embodiment of the word tough. So, to see her whimpering, then revert to a fetal position in the corner of her yard, on her lawn chair was unnerving to say the least. My morbid curiosity had gotten the best of me. “Okay Grandma!” It felt weird...
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...interest the most, however. The first one was called Bust of a Woman. I did not see the title at first when I was writing down notes about this art piece but when I did I started asking myself, why did the artist Richard Henry Park title it this? It was a pure white statue made of an old fashioned woman. It only shows a little below her shoulders to her head. She is wearing what seems an old fashioned dress that flows and her hair is up in an old fashioned bun. It did not say how it was made but I’m guessing with clay of some sort. The whole statue seemed old fashioned and it was also created in 1875, which gave me a clue. I think he created it to show the beauty of a woman. The second art piece was a painting by Anna Mary Robertson Moses (“Grandma Moses”). It was a scenic painting and was so beautiful. The title is Out on the Lake. The painting was oil on masonite. I really liked this technique. It showed texture and lots of different colors that caught my eye. It also caught my interest because it reminded me of me on my lake up at my cabin. The painting made you feel like you were there in the boat with the person in the painting and just enjoying nature. It was created in 1945 and I think it was created the show the elegance, purity, and calmness of nature. Last but definitely not least, I observed an abstract art work titled Time Shapes the Stalactite by Nancy Graves. This piece was created in 1991. This art piece was my favorite because it was beyond interesting. The way the...
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...ADOBE® READER® XI Help and tutorials Reader Help Print PDFs Print button missing? Common printing tasks Why can’t I print my document? Simulate overprinting of inks Print button missing? To the top If you can't see the Print and Cancel buttons, your monitor is set to a low screen resolution. Reader wasn't designed for low-resolution displays (the minimum recommended is 1024 x 576). However, you can work around this limitation. Do any of the following to print your document: Press Enter or Return. If a scroll bar appears on the right of the dialog box, drag the slider down to access the buttons. (Windows) On some monitors, the Windows taskbar covers the Print button. You can hide the taskbar so it appears only when you mouse to the very bottom of the screen. Right-click the taskbar and choose Properties. In the Properties dialog box, select Auto-hide the Taskbar, then click OK. Set the Taskbar properties to hide the taskbar so you can select the Print button Common printing tasks Print on both sides To the top You can print double-sided if your printer supports that feature. The printer driver controls the options, not Adobe Acrobat or Adobe Reader. Check your printer documentation to see what features your printer supports. (Double-sided printing is also called duplex, back to back, front and back, or two-sided printing.) In the Print dialog box, enable Print on both sides of paper, and choose an edge to Flip. Print in black and white ...
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...The Concept of A Hero By: Drew Sullivan What defines a hero is not just all the good deeds they have done in their life, although that is part of it. A real hero changes from weak to strong, poor to rich, and anonymous to famous. The transition into a hero is what makes my Grandma a hero to me. Odysseus is a famous Greek hero made by the poet, Homer, while Homer was writing The Odyssey. Odysseus may have slain monsters and passed the Greek gods’ tests, but while my grandma may not have done any of that, she and Odysseus are both heroes who are neither greater nor weaker than each other. It is the hero’s transition that makes them a hero and though both Odysseus and my grandma went through different trials, they are both heroes. My grandma...
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...My Beloved Grandma My grandmother was as strong as a category five hurricane in her old age. Although she was ninety years old, she was very delocalized, and she was able to do everything on her own without anyone’s assistance. At one point I was wondering if physical strength was increasing with age. My mother instructed me to stay with her for some time. Whenever she instructed me to do so, the words would be like my favorite music being played because if grandma could even breath for me, she would; she didn’t allow me to do anything. The only thing I did was watch television, eat, and sleep. My mother gave her a phone to keep contact with her but she did not understand it. She didn’t do anything with it. She just kept it in her bedroom. My mother could not reach her so she would usually call me and ask how she was doing. Sometimes she asked me to hand her the phone. Sometimes I would hear her from outside in a strong tone of voice “mi alright mi dear!” One Saturday morning, I woke up about seven o’ clock. By this time, the heaven scent smell of breakfast would pull me like steel to magnet out of bed. She would usually be singing some old gospel songs while fixing breakfast...
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...Yegiyants English 95 Professor David Fulps 12 October 2015 My Grandma My confidant, my counselor, my best friend, my Grandma! From the time I was born until now my grandmother Emma, who is now old and frail stands to be the most influential person in my life. My grandma helped me throughout these years to become a kind, compassionate and at the same time a strong and resilient person that I am now. My grandmother has a very special place in my heart; she helped me grow as a person and gave me a lot of love along the way. My memorable experiences interacting with her have shaped me through the years I was growing up. I consider myself lucky to have her by my side, seeing her every Saturday and during my high school years seeing her every day after school. I cannot imagine going thought tough years of high school without her support and her guidance. And now my beloved grandma, who is now bedridden, is still waiting for my daily phone calls and visits, and we still share our private times and good laughs together. The influences she has made on me are not just through one specific experience, but through many experiences whether her helping me with my homework, or counseling me or simply having conversations with her. These experiences were always guided with her love towards people, her own kindness, optimism, her wisdom and compassion. From the time I was in grade school I had a close bond with my grandma, as I would see her on a weekly basis. She would not only teach...
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...In Ernest Hemingway’s, “Hills like White Elephants,” and “Love Medicine” by Louise Erdrich, main characters, Jig and Grandma Kashpaw share a common interest; to reignite the flame to their once passionate relationships. Suddenly, the two face great adversity as they fight battles within themselves and their loved ones who no longer show any inclination to be with their significant other. Whether it is Jig struggling to convince herself the American will ever love her again or Grandma Kashpaw’s feeling of incompetence as a wife; both are weary and full of dread but in no way ready to lose the fight for love. Grandma Kashpaw is fighting the unwinnable fight. She has begun to notice that her husband is entering the early stages of a mental illness;...
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...finishing up my year of service. There was a teaching/consolidation series that was going on and, of course, Grandma Trudy was at the forefront of the initiative. I was put on her team and four of us set out in one of the white vans owned by the Institute at that time. I had no idea what to expect and was so nervous I thought my heart was going to bust out of my chest. Meanwhile Grandma Trudy and company were just chatting it up and laughing. I was thinking what was so funny and had the look of a bug eyed person full of fear. I couldn't tell you to this day where we were. The asphalt turned into gravel that turned into dirt that turned into dust clouds. We pulled up to this house and Grandma Trudy hopped out, and said ‘Oh! This is such and such’s house. I remember her during the Army of Light Project’! There was this vicious psycho dog with foam all around his mouth that stood about 6 foot tall barking at us (ok I may be exaggerating but the dog was mean). I froze in place and Grandma Trudy said come on girl, just say Allah’u’Abha and keep walking. I was thinking to myself she is crazy! Needless to say the dog didn't bother her but bit me on the ankle. That is the day I learned to believe in my belief and be fearless under all circumstances ‘cuz that dang dog bit me and not Grandma Trudy. It is the day I learned courage from my lil’ giggling adopted Grandma Trudy and one of my favorite songs that she taught me on the way back to the Institute ... ‘if religion was...
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...Grandma means the world to me Have you ever thought about what you'd be without the people that mean the most to you? Ive thought about it and I honestly just can't imagine where i'd be or who i'd be. Clearly I would be nothing without my parents. Honestly, none of us would be nothing without our parents, but what other people would you be nothing without? Is there anyone else? To me same as my parents i'd be nothing without my grandma. That beautiful woman with wrinkles on her face from all the suffering she went through as a young lady to be able to feed her daughter and four son’s. Which I have the pleasure to call one of them “Dad”. That woman with the pretty brown eyes where at the same time you see sadness and not just some...
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...I am very distressed about living in this dreadful place. I absolutely hate it; I can’t believe we moved from the best house EVER!!! With 5 floors if you included the basement and the top floor with the window where if I stand on the end of my toes I could see the whole of Berlin, to this place which I’m pretty sure is the worst house ever. I miss Berlin so much but most of all I miss you and grandfather. This house is really small too, and I mean it is tiny! It only has 3 floors which means there is not a lot of exploring to be done like in Berlin, in Berlin I had explored every single place I could think of but then I find something new all of a sudden. Also mother and father don’t let me explore in the new back garden because it is ‘out of bounds’. What ever that means. There’s nothing to explore in the front garden either because it’s so small. Perplexed, I stood and gazed through my bedroom window. There were so many farmers working on one huge field with little huts that disappeared into the distance… The thing that horrified me most of all was that even kids starting from the age of about 4 were working and they looked so anorexic. Each time the soldiers shouted the kids would huddle closer and closer together. They all seemed so scared as if they were being forced to, hmmm... All of the farmers looked really skinny, almost anorexic. One of the farmers’ even works in our kitchen peeling all of the vegetables. I found it really tedious with nothing to do so I decided...
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