Polish families are usually pretty crazy , but how about you mix it with Irish and Italian? Even more crazy. Lets start with my mom, Janet Uzarski (Gonnello, Pickett). My mom is pure Polish. She was born in Newark, New Jersey. My mother shared a big house with my aunt 's and uncles and of course with her sister and brother (Andrea and John). My mom was younger than her brother and sister , about 12 years between them. So when my mom was growing up and going to school, her sister , Andrea was actually her teacher! Most of my family on my mom 's side is from Newark. My aunts and uncles that lived with her became a sort of " other grandma". Some of my aunts owned bakery 's and other small shops. My mom always tells stories about going to the stores and her aunts would give her free chips. My aunts were all tough as nails but also sweet as a flowers. One of my aunts was so sick of the nuns at school picking on her that she punched her and then dropped out of school , never to return. When my mom was 20 years old my grandma and grandpa move down to Holiday City in Tomsriver,New Jersey. My aunt Jenny and uncle walter also moved to …show more content…
To me, he is my true father. He looked after us and supported us. He went to all my ball games and put up with all the trouble Id get into with my grades. My step father is a huge Boston sport fan since his father is from there. This may not seem like much, but this let me connect with him and my step grandfather. As you can probably tell I also became a huge fan. Some of my hero 's are from Boston sports. Anyways, my mom getting married opened me up to another side of family I never had. Different grandparents , who are awesome people and I love greatly.New cousins, new aunts , etc. My step grandparents live right across from the beach in Avalon , New Jersey so it was awesome going to the beach. My step grandmother also passed in 2014. Grandpa is still going strong we visit
He was an inspiration to me, a truly versatile athlete who had changed the history of snowboarding. When I was eight my sister, who was a snowboarder, had tried to convince me to learn how to snowboard but I did not consider it once. She is about five years older than me and has much more experience in snowboarding as I had not yet learnt. Yet there I was about to change my life forever or so I thought. It took me about three years to learn the basics and add my own personal touch to my snowboarding. The one reason I continued to train was because of my sister. She meant so much to me and to this day still does. Those years I felt like she was all I had, until I realized everyone back at home was also cheering for me. She was the one who had offered to show me the magnificent art that we call snowboarding. She was the one who would aid me to victory and be at the finish waiting for me as I completed my final run. And at the time, she was the best snowboarder I had ever seen. I did not want to let my sister down so I pushed myself harder than I ever had just hoping that it will all pay
Shortly after my mother had entered fifth grade her father got orders to go to Lima, Peru to help on the military base there. Her family lived in a wonderful house just outside of town. In the beautiful house my mothers sisters and her made memories that they will never forget,like making mud pies out of sticks and mud. After two years of living in Lima they moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina for three years, and back to Lima for two years.
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 has a lot of variation, going from Switzerland, Ireland, France, to America. Records varying to different time periods, some as far back to the 1300’s, and some only go as far as 1800’s. But besides that, I have learned that I come from many different parts of the world, and I am proud to be related to everyone in my family.
Later, my dad got married and had 2 children, my twin sister Sydnie and I. Things took a tremendous turn when this happened. He made sure he was there at every event not only through sports but school events as well. My dad always said
My dad has always been there for me both as a parent and a friend. When I was little, my dad got involved in coaching in my little league baseball, basketball and soccer, and always made time for these father and son activities. We liked to play ball together and still do at times. My dad is a big sports fan and so am I, and I look forward to the weekends when we watch the ball games together. My dad started to take my to the ball games when I was about 5 years old, and we've been doing that ever since. But, playing ball isn't all that's important in life. My father has given me the necessary guidance and has taught me values as a person that have helped me develop from a child into a responsible adult. I want him to be proud of me too, and I know that he is.
In the past couple years, I faced emotions of loneliness, worthlessness and even depression. I spent those years trying to figure out what was the cause of these serious emotions and one of the answers that I stumbled upon was when I finally talked to a therapist about dealing with my depression. The simple answer was the relationship with my family and the environment I was in; Figuring out what to do about it was the next giant leap. Throughout history, America has been known as an immigrant country that uses the phrase “The American Dream” over and over, but what is it really? “That dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement.” (James Truslow
In 1984 Ronald Reagan was President of the United States. Prince’s song When Doves Cry was number one on the Top Hits chart. On a hot, summer night my mother goes into labor with her third child. At 12:18am on August 25, 1984 I was born to Aubrey and Betty Hall in a Dallas hospital. My mother chose to name me Heather after the Scottish Heather flower referencing our Scottish heritage. My father picked my middle name, Jane, after his favorite grandmother. I was born into a loving family consisting of a father, mother, sister, and brother. A few years later our family of five turns into a family of eight with the births of another sister and two more brothers. Three boys and three girls, we were practically the Brady Bunch. There has been so
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
After Mother died, we moved for a while to Hooterville in Oklahoma City. I remember all those families living in rusted out car bodies. One family was living in a piano box. This wasn't just a little section of town, Father later told me the size of Hooterville was 10 miles wide and 10 miles long.
My family and family history starts like most people’s. Two people fell in love, they had kids, their kids had kids and so on and so forth. But where we come from and who we are, is a completely different story. From our European roots, to the mixing of our blood once my family migrated to America, my family is quite complex but one that I am proud of and love greatly.
My brothers and sister are the best motivation to me. It is not every day that we get along but when we do then it is a good day. Every day they make me want do better, not only for myself but for my mom and them also. They encourage me to do better now so that my future is bright later on. Family is always the best to have on your team especially for their support because they genuinely mean it and you know that it is coming from their heart. I know I can count on all my brothers and sister to be there for me when no one else is because they are family. I hate that they are growing every day and getting older to experience the real life. I hope even later on they will all still support me and we will not drift apart like I know
"The great gift of family life is to be intimately acquainted with people you might never even introduce yourself to, had life not done it for you." -Kendall Hailey. Many people among us think that a family reunion is boring. It is an unpleasant social affair where our parents drive us to go and stay there for a considerable length of time. There are odd individuals who come to us and kiss or embrace us while we are still considering "do I know him/her?”. It is because we believe that enjoying the holiday out with friends is much better than investing hours with the people, we “unfortunately” belong to. They have no other subject for discussion aside from our studies and grades. On the other hand, family gathering is always a new experience for someone who lives far away from his blood relations.
After writing about my history and the themes I selected, I have learned a lot about who I am in society. I have realized that I am an average girl that has not experienced much of life. During this analysis I have come to realize I have not had much contact with other family types or other cultures.
There are so many different types of family relationships. Whatever form a family takes; it is an important part of everyone’s life. My family has played an important role in my life. Good family relationships serve as a foundation to interactions with others. Supportive families will help children to thrive. The quality of the family relationship is more important than the size of the family. Making the relationships priority, communication, and providing support for one another is key to developing relationships. Family relationships are what make up our world today; they shape the ways that we see things and the ways that we do things.