When I was growing up I had to get use to the idea of never having privacy because that didn 't exist in my family. My family was nosy the perfect example of crazy. If you have seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding then you 're pretty close to imagining how my family is. Unlike the movie we don 't live in separate houses we live in one big house all of us together. My family is what I would call a classic definition of crazy. I was one of the few students in my graduating class who had parents that weren 't divorced. I was one of the 7 people in my class who needed more than 5 invites because my family isn 't just my mom, dad, and sister. My family is my mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, grate grandma, and my sister. Not mention all of these people live with me in the same home and that 's not including my cousin and my aunt and uncle who also live with me. My family is a big part of who I am but people would think that it 's crazy and wouldn 't be able to deal with so many people in the same house all the time. If I were to be truly honest it took some adjusting to get use to the silence when I first moved to Missouri. I will try to explain how my world came to be, my parents, my extended family, and how we keep it under control. My mom They seemed to care and love one another and didn 't bad mouth each. When they did bad mouth someone it was more petty then anything. My family is in general a Hispanic home always busy and hectic. We don 't have dinners together, we don 't talk about our problems, we just count on each other for support. My house is dominated by my mother 's family, I grew up with my cousins and having my grandma and grate grandma watch over me until my mom could come home. Because of this I grew up with broken English and broken Spanish, I would always have words mixed up in my head which made it hard to
Guillermo - (Memo): Enrique Castiliio he was very studious, he was always studying and you get the feeling that he knew it was his only way out.
I not only had the influences of the Mexican culture, I was able to experience the good old fashioned American family values as well. My mother was the heart of the family. She was the one who cooked, cleaned and cared for her children full time. My father was generally the one in charge and took care of many of the decision making scenarios.
When you think about family, what is the first thing that comes to mind? If you only thought about your parents or close relatives, then you may have been caught in an “individual vs. family” paradox. Nearly every culture considers family important, but “many Americans have never even met all of their cousins” (Holmes & Holmes, 2002, p. 19). We say we are family oriented, but not caring to meet all of our extended family seems to contradict that. Individual freedoms, accomplishments, and goals are all American ideals that push the idea of individualism.
The customs they learned as kids have been passed on to me. We were always having barbeques in the backyard, Christmas parties, Easter egg hunting, having pan de los muertos on the Day of the Death, and celebrating Mexico’s Independence. Even though we celebrate Mexican holidays we would also celebrate American Holidays like 4th of July, Halloween, and Thanksgiving. Having to celebrate both cultures holidays was a pleasure, because it would give us time to see our family more. Also, we would be able to celebrate some holidays twice like mother's day because in Mexico it was always on the tenth of May and in America it was another
I come from a Mexican family. This has shown me the many similarities, as well as differences in a Mexican family compared to an American family. From a young age we are taught that the value of family is the most important thing in the world. Most Americans encourage their children to move out after graduation from either high school or college, Mexicans believe that their children should live with them until they are married or around the ages of 25-30 years old. The most important family member in the Mexican family are the elderly. They are given special treatment and attention. For example our beliefs is that the elders shouldn't go to retirement homes. They are welcome in the family and are cared for until there last days. Grandchildren are taught to be respectful and to aways Listen to the elders, especially if they're your grandparents.
Everyone in the world belongs to a subculture. Each subculture has its own sets of traditions, relics, and artifacts. Relics and artifacts are symbolic, material possessions important to one's subculture. Relics are from the past; artifacts are from the present. These traditions, relics, and artifacts help shape the personalities of individuals and how they relate with others. Individuals know about these items through storytelling in the subculture. Families are good examples of subcultures. My family, a middle-class suburban Detroit family of Eastern European heritage, has helped shape who I am through story telling about traditions, artifacts, and relics.
My grandmother, Rokeya Sultana, grew up in the urban parts of Bangladesh, with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Her father, my great grandfather, was the chief officer of the district. She would go to school or to places by a motorcycle, car, or helicopter. She was living the life of her dreams. But then, my great grandfather had diabetes, and it was discovered one month before he died. It was a great shock for my great grandmother’s family because they had to move from the urban city to a rural neighborhood. My grandmother went to elementary, middle, and high school as a child. She also received a Bachelor’s degree in teaching. She was a good student and a very honest and respectful person. Once she reached the age of 20 to 21, she married Jonab Ali, my grandfather, and moved to Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh.
“Families come in all shapes and sizes. Regardless of the configuration, the one universal descriptor is that families are diverse in nature” (Mark Hanson 43). While many people assume that western Americanized families lack a culture, my family’s characteristics, beliefs, heritage and values still differentiate amongst other cultures and add to our diverse community and world. My immediate family consists of four persons – my mother, Geraldine, who is fifty-eight, my father James, who is sixty-one, my older brother Patrick who is twenty-three, and I being twenty. My brother and myself are third generation American-Citizens. We live in the same exact house in Somerville, Ma that my great-grandparent’s, on my mother 's side, built when arriving
Above is my immediate family, which is graphed by simple facts into this genogram. All of the information that was included into this genogram was known information. Since all of these family members are still alive, it made it easier to compile this information. Each specific family has its own dynamic. With my parents and brother, we are not that tight-knit; I don’t share every inch of my life and haven’t for many years, but equally they do not ask. Whereas, my mother and her brother along with her parents are very tight knit. They share everything and do a lot of things together, while being more conservative with their actions and behavior. They are always on their best behavior. On the flip side, my father and his parents and
Family history is very important to an individual. By knowing where you come from, you can have a better perspective of your life. Having a clear understanding of your family background allows you to better appreciate the things that you would normally take for granted. The house, the car, and the average clothing may look better when one sees the sacrifices their family has made. They will see that their family has worked very hard just so their family can experience the better things in life. A persons roots and origin is one of the most important things to explore. It alone can bring you closer to self-discovery.
I grew up in a small town called Buford. When I was going through school at Buford there weren’t as many students as there are today. Today we are busting out of the school and people are desperate to find houses in the school district. I’ve been told my whole life that my “entire” family has gone through Buford City Schools and lived in Buford since we can remember. On one side of my family tree, they really have all gone to Buford, but on the other side the line of alumni doesn’t go as deep. Ken, my father, is the park and recreational director. He is over cutting and painting the high school football field and is in charge of little league football and basketball. My uncle, Chris, is on a City Commissioner so my families name is a known name in the community, sometimes it’s a good thing and sometimes it’s a bad thing. My parents knew what I had done, good
The social institution I have chosen to address is that of family. An individual’s family life, both past and present, can have such a big impact on a person’s life in both a positive and negative manner. It is how we as individuals chose to handle life changing situations that will shape our lives and those around us. Family is such a fascinating social institution to study because every individual comes from a different family background or has a different experience than that of a sibling. You can learn so many things about a person by looking into their family background, origin and what type of up brining they had.
Many of us have role models in our lives and to most people role models are athletes and movie stars, but to me a role model is much more. To me a role model is a person who has positively influenced someone in life, and is not a person filled with selfishness and greed. They help shape someone’s personality, and characteristics. They are people who someone can look up to for advice in a hard situation, and know that they will give those words of wisdom. They will never judge our past actions, instead only look to help because they really care. A role model is someone who we should never feel awkward talking to about our problems. A perfect role model for me is my mother. She is a wonderful human being. She’s smart, wise, ambitious, patient and such a loving person. There are no words that can describe my gratitude towards her, but through this essay I will describe some of her characteristics that makes her my role model.
Many people have interesting stories of where they come from. Some may find mine to