Remembering the good old days of my childhood this Christmas, I have written a story about my Godfather Federico Platard de Quenin and “ The girl of the train”. The story is a tribute to my beloved grandmothers CARMELITA and LOLA.
I have vivid memories of my childhood. The God bestowed upon me the blessings of two wonderful grandmas. My grandmothers were extremely strong women who didn't only survive a Civil war, but also the separation of their respective spouses. And, this was when a divorce was considered taboo in my country-Spain. The memories of amazing years spent with my grandmothers are etched in my heart forever. In this beautiful story of mine- a grandfather was, however, missing. Nevertheless, the void created by the absence of grandfather was filled by the presence of my Godfather. My Godfather happened to be the husband of one of my grandma’s sister.
The Girl of the Train
Both my grandfathers had befriended each other early in their childhood. Besides, they shared a special bond with PEPA alias “The Girl of the Train”. PEPA happened to be the sister of one of my grandmothers. PEPA, a special woman, she was an embodiment of beauty. With her big blue eyes, she could always be found dressed smartly and elegantly like a First lady. This beautiful lady was a personification of elegance and
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Fedrico chose his favourite hotel as a venue for the celebrations. The celebrations at the Ritz Hotel in Barcelona were a testimony to their never ending and true love. The vastness and glamor of this hotel made it a perfect venue for this unforgettable day- a day when they united forever to live life in all its form. The Ritz hotel in Barcelona was established in 1919 and has now been renamed to “EL PALACE”. It’s a 5 Start best classic and grand luxury hotel in the city of Barcelona. Seeing them in love even after 50 years of marriage made me understood the power and meaning of true
The 19th and 20th century bourgeois family relations were controlled by sex-role divisions. The husband remained to be the dominant figure in the family, providing for the family through work. The wife, thought to be weaker and less rational, was to concern herself with the home and raising the children with the “utmost attention.”22 This new degree of intimacy, however, is not shown by Degas in The Belleli Family, where Mme. Belleli, despite wrapping an arm around her daughter, remains cold and emotionless. In Interior with Two People, Degas paints the family home to be full of warmth and affection, yet, ironically the two people do not express such emotions. Ironically, in Name Day of the Madam, Degas paints a “family atmosphere,” which is “
Early in the morning, twenty four years ago on the twelvth day in the month of July, a baby boy was born at St. Mary's hospital in Athens, Georgia. The Pollock household of three had grown by one. Jennifer, the new boy's three year old sister, had already named him. The new boy was to be called Jody Lamon Pollock. Jody was the name she picked, and Lamon was the mother's father's name. So this is how I came to be Mr. Jody Lamon Pollock.
Emotive language is used in text 1 to evoke the audience’s sympathy and pity towards Lourdes, the central female character, for what she has been through. Nazario’s portrayal of the affectionate relationship shared between Lourdes and his son, Enrique embodies motherly love, which audiences with a cultural context of a mother can easily relate and imagine the pain of being separated from their children. Without Lourdes, Enrique is “so shy it is crushing”. This appeals to the audience’s pathos as it explains her source of guilt and resentment to leave home. Additionally, Enrique seems to long for Lourdes’ attention. He “pursed his lips” to kiss her and clings “to her pant leg.” His attachment to Lourdes hi...
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The story begins with the passing of Grandmama. She has promised to send the family a sign of her leaving, a clear message that her life ended well. Father believes that without a clear sign, the family fortunes could be “altered, threatened”. Both Father
The scene is set in Lima, Peru, in 1714. One afternoon, an ancient bridge broke sending five people to their deaths. Brother Juniper, a Franciscan monk, witnesses this catastrophe and believes he can prove the existence of divine intervention. The first person is the Marquesa de Montemayor along with her servant and companion, Pepita. The Marquesa’s love for her daughter is not returned which sends her into a state of borderline psychosis. She begins to drink heavily and neglects to take care of the most important things in her life. One night while Pepita lay sleeping, the Marquesa is struck with the realization that her love for her daughter is a selfish love and she decides to renounce this love and begin a new life. Esteban and Manuel are orphaned twins found on the steps of a convent and raised by Maria del Pilar. When Manuel dies of an infection, Esteban is in despair and is about to embark on a new life with Captain Alvarado when he crosses the bridge. Camilla Perichole did not die on the bridge but was a victim nonetheless. Uncle Pio, friend and confidant of the Perichole, takes her son to educate him in the Arts and literature. The two never make it across the bridge. The Perichole is a famous actress who plays an important role in the story. “She is the axis, as it were, around which everything turns”(Stresau 23). She weaves the threads of the story together with her “passions and perversities”(Fadiman 338). The Perichole is a very selfish woman who indirectly causes the death of Manuel, Esteban’s brother, by destroying his will to live. When Manuel falls in love with the Perichole, the love the brothers' share becomes tainted and is forever destroyed. The only time that Manuel admits this is when he is in a state of such pain, he lashes out:
Tragedy is a part of life regardless of who the individual is. How people cope with these tragedies varies from person to person. One thing we all have in common is the commonly used phrase “Never Forget.” Tragedy tends to define people and the memory of those people and their stories live on. The way people never forget these tragedies is through communication and telling their stories. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer, explores the many ways that different people live with tragedy in their own lives and the way they tell their stories to other people. The book follows three main characters: Oskar Schell who is a funny nine year old boy who lost his father in the 9/11 terrorist attacks; his Grandmother who lost her family in the firebombings in Germany and her son in the 9/11 attacks; and his Grandfather, Thomas Schell, Sr., who lost the woman he loved during her pregnancy. Throughout the story Oskar meets many people who are also coping and as they communicate and connect, Oskar is able to cope with his own loss. Foer touches base on many ways to cope with tragedy but really dives into how the stories live on through other people as the stories spread. This novel really explains the importance of communication to keep memories alive to help the characters cope. No matter how people copes with their tragedies, there is always a story to tell.
The year was 2005, I was 8 years old, and I had just started my fourth month of third grade. I hadn’t seen my father in a couple of months and, though I constantly asked my mother, I couldn’t for the life of me remember where it was that he had gone to. The only thing that I remember of what my mother said to me when I asked her his whereabouts was that it was, “un lugar muy diferente” (this translates into, “a very different place.”) One day she told me that I was finally going to get to see my father again and I got very excited. There was one catch though, he was not coming back, it was instead we who had to move to where he
November 12, 1994 marks the day when I, Gabriela Aceves, was welcomed, with open arms into this cruel and beautiful world. I was greeted by two loving parents, Silvia and Jose, three crazy sisters, Vanessa, Daisy, Stephanie, and Jose my kind brother. I grew up in a loving home. Never did I ever feel unloved nor unappreciated. We were all very close, so close that we would constantly take family vacations together. Our hunger for adventure took us to Florida, California, Colorado, Nevada, Arizona, the list is endless. My father, Jose was a hardworking brilliant man whose presence would be felt whenever he would walk into a room, he was loved and hated by many for his success in both his career and family. My mother Silvia was always a nurturing and supportive housewife she and I were much alike in both our looks and personality. I loved both of them very much I couldn’t have asked for better parents. Even though they were much older than me not once did I ever feel excluded from my siblings ' life. Vanessa,the oldest was the kind of woman who never let
Does family matter? Yes- family always matters. It is necessary to have some sort of family structure in order to have a stable foundation. This need for stability and structure is how the family survives and the children find safety. In the movies The Godfather and Scarface we will discover how the two differ when it comes to family and family business. These two patriarchs have different views on family and how the family is involved in the business. In this discovery one struggles to gain and maintain power- but looses everything in the process. While the other maintains the family through peace negotiations and understanding business and revenge can not always go hand and hand in order for the family to survive.
I used to have a lot of trouble with Anxiety and Depression, these troubles caused me to feel handicapped through life and felt like many things I did were just too hard to deal with, even the most simple of things. In the past year I learned that you cannot let Anxiety and Depression control your life. These things can only control your life, if you allow them to control your life; and after being on anxiety and depression medication for years, I am finally coming off of the anxiety medication.
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.
Clutching the letter I had received only 2 weeks prior, I paused outside Nonno Montresor’s my palazzo. My fingers traced the scrawled ink of a letter from my grandfather. His shaky handwriting indicated that with time he was growing weak, and I knew that I had made the right decision to see him. I reread his request, “I perceive your university closes for the holiday and it would be of great pleasure if you could come see me” hoping this would not be the last time I would see him. My grandfather had always been introvert, reserved and modest with no desires. He had been helping with my education since I lost my father when I was still very young. He had a bizarre sense of nature. I could recall numerous times when he woke up abruptly at the middle of the night with a loud sound of cry only to stare at the vacant wall for several hours. Upon asked what the matter was, he simply would reply, “Nothing, really. Frances, would you mind getting me a glass of Oloroso?” He was a connoisseur of wines. I shuffled the letter into my left hand: my forefinger pinning the envelope, the bottle my hand already held. Using my right hand, I delicately knocked on the faded yellow door, recalling myself as a young boy who barged right in. After several moments, my grandfather swung the door open, ushering me inside.
I don’t know a lot about my grandfather, I know he drank and smoked heavily for a long time, and that those were the main contributors to his death at the age of 45. My grandmother told me that he was a very loving man, but that there was always a deep sadness that followed him since she had known him. My grandmother Jaqueline was probably one of the two strongest people I have ever known, she had survived German occupation in Normandy (and fought against it as a teenager), lived in some of the poorest countries in the world teaching rural school children, and raised 5 children after having been left a widow. While not all of my uncles would turn out well following the death of their father, she tried her hardest as a single parent to make sure they always had food and a loving family to come home to, but she faced many of the same economic and social problems that single parents still face today (Knox, 362). She also had very polarized views of types of people and wasn’t afraid to talk about it (she was racist towards Romani) and it often upset my family, as my aunt and cousins are Romani (My parents were able to turn that into a lesson about racism and how it hurts people). Her long stays with my family would often put a lot of strain on my parent’s relationship, but living in France, it was not a trip she or my family could make often. Much like Harriet’s mother in The Fifth Child, she did come stay with us for several months when I was extremely ill, in order to let my parents keep working, but this still had a toll on all of them. These interviews with my parents not only gave me an insight into the differences between them and myself, but also allowed me to remember and see the connections to the wonderful but flawed people that they came
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,