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Christine Hughes is a 63-year-old, single mother, and a Licensed Nursing Assistant. Christine is my mother’s daughter which makes her my grandmother. Over the Thanksgiving holiday, I saw friends and family, but I made it my mission to sit down and talk to my grandmother. Being a college student, I am only fortunate enough to see her over my breaks and I make sure I never miss out on an opportunity to visit her. During our talk, we discussed her hobbies as a child, her favorite thanksgiving memory, and a stressful moment within her life. She also gave me words of wisdom and guidance to get through stressful points currently within my life and stressful moments that will hit me within the future.
Growing up in the 50’s in the country of Keysville,
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My grandmother’s favorite Thanksgiving memories included being around all her family members. Over the past few years, death, divorce, and feuds, family, Thanksgiving haven 't felt the same. One of her most memorable Thanksgiving moments was when 7 and watched her mother and father create a perfect Thanksgiving meal using the resources they had at home, due to living on a farm. She admired how everything her mother made was made from scratch. Within her town, there weren’t grocery stores or markets for miles. With no baby sister for all 13 children to take care of her children, or a car big enough to fit all of them, she had to use the resources around her. She observed her mother 's strength, dedicated, determination and independence when making the Thanksgiving meal. From that day she appreciated her mother for preparing a meal with so much love and …show more content…
When she said thus I was confused and wondered what did fighting and praying have to do with getting through things that stressed, distant, and unhappy. My grandmother explained that no matter what I may do I must fight through my stressors and take them head on at a pace that’s right for me. She explained that as long as I continue to dwell on my stress and unhappiness, that all I’ll ever continue to do. When you fight through the stress, you empower yourself to do what you need to do, and when you succeed and complete that task you make yourself happy in knowing that you actually did it. She also stated that no matter if you 're religious or not, when you pray, meditate, or vent to a higher being, tell or release your struggles you allow god or whoever to take away your
The older adult interviewed for the purpose of this assignment was Alice Margaret Cox, the interviewers grandmother. Alice was born on February 17th, 1932 in Brown County, Minnesota. Alice was the daughter of Rose Veldman and had three brothers and three sisters. In 1942, Hikel Veldman, after marrying Rose, legally adopted Alice and her six siblings. He brought four children of his own, making a family of 13. After the family was adopted, the majority of their childhood to early adult life was spent living in Hollandale, Minnesota. Alice spent the majority of her life farming and now helps out part time at a family owned thrift store. Alice currently resides in Lake City Minnesota, in her home of twenty plus years. Only four of the eleven
When the great holiday of Thanksgiving comes to mind, most people think of becoming total gluttons and gorging themselves with a seemingly unending amount of food. Others might think of the time spent with family and friends. The whole basis of the holiday is family togetherness, fellowship, and thankfulness for blessings received during the previous year.
Mrs. Nancy Hamilton (changed name for privacy) is 95 years old female who resides in a local continued care retirement community (CCRC) located in the Los Angeles County. I decided to interview Mrs. Hamilton for her successful aging. I have known her for 9 years and her aging process has not been an easy ride but she always maintained a positive sprit that kept her going even today. Mrs. Hamilton moved in to a CCRC in 2006, two years after her husband passed away. Mrs. Hamilton has one daughter and one son. Daughter Margaret lives nearby and visits frequently and takes care of personally needs such as transportation to medical appointments or shopping for skin care products or clothes as necessary. Son, David lives in the Northern California and visits a few times a year.
While this invitation produced anxiety for every person that attended this meal, the toll that it took on my nephew was rather difficult to watch. His father chose to attend the day before Thanksgiving; but a half-hour before the scheduled 2 p.m. time for dinner, he let his son know that his girlfriend and her children had decided to come as well. While the adults scrambled to add additional seating, my nephew excitedly stood outside on the porch anticipating his guests’ arrival. An hour later, this little boy dejectedly wondered whether his father had changed his mind. When his guests finally arrived, we all ate an awkward, cold dinner, and my ex-brother-in-law whisked them all (including my nephew) away to his family’s Thanksgiving meal, which meant that my disappointed nephew never got to share the chocolate pie that he had helped make.
My grandmother has a certain look in her eyes when something is troubling her: she stares off in a random direction with a wistful, slightly bemused expression on her face, as if she sees something the rest of us can’t see, knows something that we don’t know. It is in these moments, and these moments alone, that she seems distant from us, like a quiet observer watching from afar, her body present but her mind and heart in a place only she can visit. She never says it, but I know, and deep inside, I think they do as well. She wants to be a part of our world. She wants us to be a part of hers. But we don’t belong. Not anymore. Not my brothers—I don’t think they ever did. Maybe I did—once, a long time ago, but I can’t remember anymore. I love my grandmother. She knows that. I know she does, even if I’m never able to convey it adequately to her in words.
The grandmother is very old and has lived a very tough life in Vietnam. She “‘lost four of [her] children… twelve of [her] grandchildren and countless relatives to wars and famines’” (Meyer, 74) while in Vietnam. During her life she had very little time to enjoy herself, instead she had to focus on not only surviving, but also holding a family together and getting them through the hardships as well. On top of the Vietnam War, which killed an estimated 500,000-600,000 Vietnamese citizens alone (Weisner), she had to live through 2 additional wars and several famines. The implicated stress and hardships are almost unimaginable. This is evident in her stories and fairy tales she tells her granddaughters, which always have dark twist or no happy ending, or as the granddaughters say “The husband comes too late” (Meyer, 77) to stop the bad guy or save the
After a long day at work, I collect my thoughts and review the previous events of the day. An event that clearly stands out in my mind is a conversation I had with an elderly resident at my work. Over the past two years, I have worked at a retirement home called Grand Wood Park as a dietary aide, where it is my job to serve the residents their meals. When I was at work, one of the residents mentioned something to me I had never considered prior to our conversation. She said she feels as though no one cares about her anymore. Her family members do not come and visit her, they have ageist ideas, misconceptions, and often undermine her mental capabilities. I tried my best to reassure her, but I knew this was not enough since my reassurance would
Thanksgiving is undoubtedly a holiday to celebrate family. It also celebrates many other things, as the name suggests. Thanksgiving is a holiday to give thanks for the things that a person has rather than to wish for more things. Accomplishments and shiny cars are not part of the essence of Thanksgiving, as these do not have the inherent humbleness expected of the holiday. This air of humility and frugality, harkening back to the days of the pilgrims and Native Americans, is probably what lead Ellen Goodman to describe the holiday as a suppressing of individualism. However, the rift between individuality and family that Goodman describes in Thanksgiving is not as deep as she makes it seem, and Thanksgiving Day is hardly the only day of the
I had the pleasure to interview my grandma, Olga Hernandez. She was born on November 8, 1951 in Cuba. She worked in a workshop making clocks. After she retired, she took care of me while my mom worked. I consider her to be my second mom because she lived with me for eight years. She taught me love, discipline, manners, etc. My grandma is: strong, beautiful, caring, and passionate. Most importantly, she is a breast cancer survivor. I chose to interview my grandma because October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I couldn’t think of a better time to do this interview. I like her story because although it’s sad, it has a happy ending. It shows you that no matter how hard things get, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.
Family : My Grandmother Mildred truly defined the word family as I have come to learn and live it. Holidays and family gatherings were the celebrations they were because they were surrounded by Grandma’s love. I watched family such as my late uncle Reginald become the amazing family man he was because of traditions instilled by his mother. I have also seen her daughter - my aunt Milinda – raise three beautiful children by the love and traditions passed down from Grandma. I, of course, owe most of who I am from Grandma’s love passed down through my own mother Rayetta and her husband George, whom Grandma so highly regarded.
The story of my family’s history starts in a little farm in rural Taiwan. My grandmother grew up raising animals and growing crops with her family. They grew a wide variety of vegetables and rice in their fields and raised ducks, chicken, and geese. My grandmother only ate food that the farm provided, and sold
In the year of 2004, my grandmother was diagnosed with Lung Cancer. My first thought was “My grandmother is going to die,” although, that was not the result I anticipated. It was merely a hasty thought that intersected my mind. Based on the information from the doctor, I wasn’t sure on the amount of time I would have left to share with my grandmother. During this time, I knew that I would have to cherish each moment to a greater magnitude. Oftentimes, daily events of life
Thanksgiving celebration started with the landing of the Pilgrims in America in the year in 1621 after their first harvest. The Pilgrims also gave thanks to God for helping them through the struggles in the adaptation to the new environment and meeting the Native Americans who helped the Pilgrims with strategies for survival. Thanksgiving is one of the brightest times in America with a big feast, reunion of families, and most importantly, thanking others for their acts of altruism. In the painting of Norman Rockwell’s Freedom from Want, the family members are gathered around with big smiles. The title summons up the purpose of Thanksgiving, which is freeing oneself from desires by taking time to look around one’s surroundings. There are millions of reasons to give thanks each day, small or big. Giving back to others in need is one of the ways to increase “voluntary
Volunteering at the Child Life Center at New York Presbyterian Hospital, one of our patients was a seven-year old girl, who spent more than four months in an oncology unit. She was so frus-trated and depressed. She wouldn’t even look at me when I first met her. That was quite disap-pointing, but I knew that there must be a way of communication with her. I patiently offered her multiple amusement options while smiling. Finally, after a whole month, she changed and became more and more motivated and interested in playing, painting and having fun, which was a big surprise for everyone. This experience reminded my grandmother while she was suf-fering from breast cancer and we were trying to cheer her up, yet she wasn’t interested in any activities at all. It was then that I became inspired and determined to pursuing a career in medi-cine because it allowed me to bring together
At the age of 36, mom decided to return back to college to obtain her nursing degree. This wasn’t a hard decision for her to make. The April before she enrolled in school my great grandmother passed away. This major dilemma played a major role in mom’s returning back to school. She had taken care of my great grandmother for months before she passed away, and decided that she wanted to make an impact on the lives of geriatrics.