From the very beginning, they instilled the values, opinions, and beliefs that they wanted me to have in my life. My parents always told me that family was the most important, that friends would come and go but family would always be there. I was taught to respect all of my elders by replying with yes ma’am and no ma’am. I remember being little and my dad reprimanding me for replying to older adults by saying, “yes.” He would say, “Yes what, English?” He would keep repeating that until I got the hint to answer correctly. Talking back was another big no-no to my family, especially in the eyes of my great-grandparents.
It is the characteristics of a person that makes them family; therefore, a best friend, coach, and mentor can be family. If only the denotative meaning was enough to show that family transcends the connection brought up by blood. Therefore, the definition should be looked at furthermore and changed. Nevertheless, family is much more divergent
My mom came from a Lutheran household where Christmas trees and Sunday services were the norm. She agreed to give up part of her past to raise my sister and I Jewish, but the Christmas Farm Inn was her way of celebrating Christmas. We may not have had a family tree, but we still woke up on Christmas morning with presents awaiting us. I remember I loved Christmas Eve dinner. But I also remember how I loved it too much.
On September 13th, 2001, my mom’s life changed forever. She had me. I was born in Lorain, Ohio at Mercy Hospital. I was the first grandchild and my aunts and uncles first nephew the house I was born in was on Allison Ave., but the house I grew up in was on Reid Ave. I remember that house like I was in it yesterday.
I included spouses not related by blood because they have been married into the family since before I was born, so even without blood relations they are kin to me. They are also the mothers and fathers of my cousins who I share blood with, which makes me feel like they
She was the oldest of four girls. My father, Howard, was also the son of a farmer and a house wife. My dad was the ninth of eleven children. Mom and dad were high school sweethearts through out their high school days. They got married August 15, 1971.
This group consisted of my three siblings and our father. I believe that the members of this performed the task decently. At the end of the meeting it was decided that we would all go to Granny’s (my father’s mother) house for Thanksgiving and if we wanted to go our own thing for Christmas, we would be free to. Everyone came with his or her own idea of what would make the holidays special. My younger brother decided that he would rather be all-alone at school.
While collecting research, I mainly asked my parents’ for information pertaining to relatives. I do not live close enough to. The patterns running in the family were not surprising as I have already known most of it. The extroversion persons in the family were somewhat surprising as my aunt and uncle whom I suspected to be introverted were actually extroverted. Surprisingly, my family members were acceptable to answering questions which might have been a little private.
Every year on Thanks-Giving my mother, brother, and I would make a colorful Christmas chain to count down the days until Christmas. Each day my brother would announce the number of days left, pick me up, and let me rip off a decorated chain until Christmas day came. As a tradition, on Christmas Eve every year we would spend time with my father 's side of the family. My favorite part about visiting my family
I was still in elementary school when they both passed away. So I was still young and didn’t really understand what was going on, I was only 8 and 10 when they both passed. So it was around two years in between the two. Looking back to it I couldn’t believe what my dad and my uncles and aunt had to go through losing both of their parents in such a sort period of time. I could tell a difference with my dad for a good while.