The Williams family is one crazy family full of hustlers, drug dealers and gangsters. My generation of the family is nothing like the older generation. My family tree started in 1945 with my grandfather grew up in a foster home. However, he told me growing up in a foster care was very tough, you didn't have nobody to look out for so you had to look out for yourself all times. After 15 years in foster care he move out to start a career and try to make career for himself. It's now 1971 my grandfather had his first child, Jermaine Williams, that's my uncle. My father wasn't born until 1975, my father use to tell me my grandfather was very hard on them. He only was tough on them because he grew up in a hard environment. My father did not like him at all, my grandfather end up dying in 10 years later after he had his last child my auntie Meme. …show more content…
My uncle in his late 20’s had his first child my older cousin Sharmaine. However, my uncle had two more kids and my father had three kids of his own. This was a beginning of new generation, my auntie had her first child in the late 2000’s. Each year my father and uncle would always try to have little family time because we don't see each other that much, we called this our family reunion since we don't have a really big family to come together in spend time with each other. However, my father and uncle have friends from the neighborhood called them family too since we were so close to them. This were all of the gangsters come into play, my father best friend was a gangster, he taught me and my cousins a lot of stuff. My family have this hustler mindset, we do not like being broke, we always find a way to go get the money. We all have the same dream is to get out of the hood and protect each
The family that I am meeting is the Walls family; they are Rex the father, Rose the mother, Lori the oldest daughter, Jeannette, Brian the only boy, and then baby Maureen. The mother and father don’t seem to have any high levels of education, but seem to know more than they let onto. The children are extremely bright. The children have been in and out of school, but are levels above children their own age. Their father is from Welch, West Virginia his mother Erma and her husband also Rex’s brother Stanley lives in Welch with the grandparents. They are on the deeper lower end of poverty and the father has had job after job but does not seem to ever settle down in one he just continues to move from one after another. The mother had a job working
After reading different articles and learning more about African American culture, it made me want to find out more about my own family culture. There are different traditions that are pasted down in generations, which could have been a part of African culture that we don’t realize such as parenting styles. I don’t remember hearing too many stories about my past relatives growing up, so I had to find out more on my family experiences in the south. Also, I wanted to see how spirituality played a roll in my family choices. My goal in this paper is to show how I got a better understanding of the reason my family could be structured the way it is now.
My family is a little different than most. I have two families; I have my mother’s side, which I live with, and I have my father’s side, which I only see about once a year. My families are
I admit. I am quite naive about the world. I am raised in Kansas where I rarely see a Hmong person at the supermarket. To be blunt, I am not heterosexual. So, I have never connected with anyone who looks like me and is also not heterosexual. Looking for a model as an awkward high schooler was incredibly difficult. I often pretend I was straight for the purpose of being normal around the few Hmong people I know and see around; and my fabricated behavior is often encouraged because I was born to a heavily Christianized Hmong family.
On Tuesday, June 12, 2001, at 1:03 P.M., I was officially welcomed into the Arroyo Rodriguez family. Both of my parents are from the beautiful Guerrero, México. Being from México, it is natural that I have a large family. On my dad’s side, his parents had five girls and five boys (my dad being the youngest of all). Those ten gave my grandparents about 60 grandkids (we’re not sure how many kids one of my uncles actually has). Two of my uncles on my dad’s side passed away (one being the uncle previously mentioned). Then, many of those grandkids gave my grandparents about 50 great-grandkids (my nieces and nephews) and then, a few of those great-grandkids gave my grandparents about 4 great-great-grandkids. Out of the nearly 60 grandkids, I am the youngest and because of this, I do not remember meeting, or have not met or ever even heard of a large handful of these relatives. I never met my grandfather
My paternal grandfather died the years I was born which explains why I don’t remember him. I was told that he was sick and got paralyzed before his death. There is no substance abuse and mental in my family. However, high blood pressure runs in my family because it was the cause of my grandmother’s death like I mention above. I have two uncles and an aunt that are currently dealing with high blood pressure and my father has diabetes. Growing up, my parental family were very close and we had great communication. However, since my grandmother passed away, we have experience estranged in some relationships.
I came from a first generation Hmong family whose parents knew minimal English. I was three years old when we immigrated to America. I hardly remember anything at the time. My parents and older sisters were unfamiliar with the English language, so help was always needed from others. As we settled into our lives in America, things became more familiar and my sisters and I were able to help my parents out more. We went to school and learned the English language and were speaking a different language other than Hmong in the house. Eventually, my parents decided to learn English and they were attending classes from a Hmong community in Sacramento. Though, this was not for long, my father did not want my mother to attend classes anymore and to
I have two loving grandparents that have done everything for me, helped raise me, been to my sporting events, graduations, ceremonies and spent holidays with me. I have never felt as if I was missing out on any family experiences because of how loving and caring my Me-Maw and Paw-Pa are. My mother invited them to my high school graduation in 2010 without me knowing it which was cool but again I had no emotional connection to them. I did not interact with them a lot as I really did not know what to say to them. My father’s brother and sister came, her two kids, my “brother” and “sister” and my grandpa Eddie came to visit. To my knowledge my father has 6 children total including myself.
Good Times is an sitcom about a poor African American family who lives in the ghetto. The Evans family is family of five living in a small apartment on each others back. James Evans the man of the house is bouncing around from job to job while his loving wife Florida Evans is a school bus driver and trying to maintain things around the house. Their first child JJ Evans is not your typically type of son. JJ is a smart, outgoing, and a hustle man. Thelema is the only girl. She is spoil and the type of sister that everyone has. Whatever she wants she gets and that makes her brothers mad. Lastly there is Michael. He is the baby and is the nerd of the family. Michael is all about his books and making his parents proud. Good Times was released in
I have three siblings along with three nephews. I have a younger sister, older sister, and one older brother. My older sister is the one that had my nephews. We all lived under the same roof until I moved out for college. My mother was more like my father in the house because my father was away working for us, and even though my siblings are her children, it seems that they 're her siblings too. It felt that I was the parent of my nephews and little sister because of the way I had to care for them because everyone else was working. I connect with my immediate family firmly. We always look out for each other because we mean so much to one another. I
Our family was never close, but we didn’t care. Nobody thought one day things might be different. All of that changed on September 20, 2014, when a hostile argument ended with the death of both my aunt and uncle. For years, their marriage was falling apart. My aunt was very materialistic and wanted my cousins to have whatever they asked for, but in reality my uncle knew it was impossible financially for them to achieve this.
They are the ones who support their children during those life decisions. Family is not always blood related. Finally, family is forever, family will never go away. Support is a massive part of the family. Family watches their kids and other family members fail and succeed all the time.
We value privacy and secrets are expected to be kept in the family. I am considered the black sheep because I exposed the abuse happening in our family. As kids we were given plenty of play dates with our cousins, but didn’t have much opportunity to socialize with people outside of the family, except for at school. My parents had card nights with extended family, but made no effort to make friends outside of the family. They did not like to show affection or love and believed in traditional family roles, with rigid rules. We were not given much encouragement or praise and were expected to live up to our parents exact expectations. For example, because I did not go to college when I was 18, my family cannot seem to forgive me for it and refuse to tell me they are proud of my achievements now. They made comments like “you should have gone to school years ago” instead of saying they were proud of me when I told them I made the Dean’s Honour
In today’s society, my family would be considered an average American family. Our house is very mediocre with brown bricks and a white fence surrounding our backyard. We are located in a small town called New Lenox, which is in southern Illinois. My parents were not connected through either of their families; they first locked eyes on the Metra train while commuting to work. In that day and age, there was no such thing that either of them was required to do to get connected to each other’s families. As we talked about in class, brides and grooms had to give certain services and money in order to gain good relationships with each other. Now, they have been together for a little over twenty-four years with three daughters and a dog. Amira, my
Our immediate family is pretty closed as far as letting other people in and out of the family. We were a very close net family when my grandparents were still alive, but since they have pasted, relationships have deuterated. My two uncle’s Ross and Ed do not talk to each other at all. They have never really got along but would at least speak to one another. My mom is closer to Ed than Ross, but she has tried to forgive him and does talk to him from time to time.