Growing up, there were two cultures that I felt I had a connection. The first being my Italian background. My mother’s father was full Italian. He loved to cook and had homemade recipes from his mother. These recipes were passed down as my mother loved to watch him cook as a child. This love for food, especially Italian has been passed down another generation. I love Italian food as well as learning to cook our family recipes. The second culture factor is one I have mentioned before, have a large loving family. Having love and support from those around you creates an empower environment. My large family helps to inspire me to be the best that I can. Historically, my family is one full of artists. My great-grandmother was a painter. My parents as well as others in my family still have her artwork hanging in their homes. This artistic ability has been passed down from generation to generation. All of my father’s brothers and sisters have an amazing ability to be creative. Their talents shine through in most of their occupations. My father used his artist ability to tattoo nipples onto women whom have lost their breasts from cancer. Additionally, my aunts own their …show more content…
My father’s dad as well as my mother’s mom grew up extremely poor. They faced difficulties that no one else in my family has ever had to imagine. Their understanding of having nothing, has taught both sides of my family how to appreciate what we do have and to cherish what is important. Growing up both my parents speak of having enough, but never getting everything that they wanted. Therefore, they strived to give my siblings and me more than they had. Through their own economic struggles over the years, my parents were able to give us what we need and some of what we wanted. I appreciate my up bring as it has made me realistic about money and needs. I am grateful for the way that I was raised and hope to pass some of these values down to my
I wasn’t poor but I wasn’t rich either, I was surrounded by an environment in which many people where in need of shelter and food because their families could not afford both. Just like poverty played a major role in my life, so did an ambitious and hardworking environment. Because those people I would see every day on the streets without food or a home, were the ones that had a bigger passion than anyone else, to one day be able to have a stable job and home for their family. This has shaped me to be who I am today, because I greatly appreciate what I have and take advantage of the opportunities I am given because not everyone is lucky enough to have what one
What is culture? Culture is the idea of what is wrong or right, the concept of what is acceptable within our society. Culture serves us as a guide, taking us to the "right way" and helping us to make sense of things that surrounds us. There are many different cultures around the world. A lot of them are similar in specific ways and others are just completely different, this difference explains why we think that people from different backgrounds are "weird".
Personally, my culture consists of being first generation Irish American. My parents immigrated to the United States for more opportunity and to start a family while they were in their twenties. I grew up in upstate New York with four brothers. A big part
The alarm clock wakes me up around 7:30 a.m. The sun is already trying to sneak into my room. I do not think that El Paso has a much time living in the darkness. The scintillating sun does not leave until 9 p.m.
When my dad impregnated my mom, he had to run away with no help from either sides of their families. They had no help at all. They had to struggled through most of their life together. Even before they were together neither of them were rich and lived in Guyana in slumed out areas. Then again thats how the majority of Guyana looked. They use to feed my brother sugar and water when they had no milk. My parents were never given anything and my dad grew up never wanting anything from any one. Even though as a parent its your instinct to give your child whatever they wanted that was not the case here. When I got a little older I remembered that at times we would have no groceries or anything to eat. We would have to scrape up money from anywhere in our house and use it. It must have been so embarrassing to pay with old coins with mold on it. My parents and my brother learned to be thankful and grateful for what they had. Even though I wasn't there to experience it my mother told me everything and I was raised to respect and appreciate everything that was given to me. I thank my parents for teaching me this. For showing me that I shouldn't be spoiled and get everything I ask for because their are others that don't have. Growing up like that has made me realize the value of money and its not to be wasted. Even though my dad struggled he didn't want my mom to work he saw it as her needing ...
I grew up in a higher middle-class family within a town below the poverty line. My dad is a pharmacist and my mother is a homemaker. Fortunately, my family never had to worry about putting food on the table or having the IRS threatening us. As a young child, I knew not all the children
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.
When I was asked by my mother what I wanted to do for my 15th birthday the first thing that popped into my head was roller coasters. This idea has been in my head ever since I heard one of my best friends talking about how she was tired of going to a 15's dinner or event. So I got to thinking about what would be enjoyable for me and my 3 best friends. Then the idea hits roller coasters. I rode one of my first roller coasters in school with my 3 best friends. Whenever there was a carnival in town and they had a cool roller coaster, we would all go together on it. It was one of our few traditions that stuck. So now I had to choose the where. We actually had all went to Disney world about a year ago, and one of my best friends, Alex, hated it. So
It's been hard getting enough money for my classes and supplies, but some of the socioeconomic hardships I've gone through is having my mom getting laid off from her job, losing my stepdad along with our house. A few years ago my mom along with everyone else at the company she was working at got let go and had nowhere to work. My mom and stepdad got a house together, but he died about a year later and ever since then things have been hard for the both of us. Around the same time, her arthritis started getting worse so she had to make the decision to retire and my mom being the amazing person she is; did everything she could to keep the house. A few weeks later she was able to find a caregiving job, taking care of the elderly and I ended up
Our parents work hard to get us where we are today. Due to the fact that my parents had lack of education and there English wasn 't that good they wasn’t able to get a job that was more relaxing. Though they work in company only they were able to earn enough to raise all of us. Through nurture, now that I’m older I don’t exactly see all the struggles that my parent had gone through to raise me, but I do see and understand more about the struggles. Their love for us, nothing can compare to it. Seeing what my parents had gone through and how hard they have work inspired me to work hard, go to school get a good job so in the future they can depend on me and just rest.
Growing up, I often dreamed of everything I could someday achieve. I grew up poor but relatively happy. My parents were young and divorced but both very hard working. They worked long hours to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. I will always be grateful for their hard work however, working all the time left little time for help with school and education was not an emphasis in our household. Neither of my parents graduated high school and they did not understand the work it took to have great grades and be involved in after school programs. Not only did I hold my grades up and participate in drama, choir, a part time job and volunteer opportunities but also helped my younger and brother and sister navigate high school and help them to keep their grades up.
Culture can mean many different things to people. It can be a way of life, a way to dress, a certain attitude, the language you speak, and the beliefs you have. For me, culture revolves around my family and spending quality time with each other. My background has a lot to do with how we spend time together. I have many different ethnic backgrounds. Some of which include German, Polish, and Irish. The two cultures that really define me are German and Polish. The Polish portion of my ethnicity comes from my paternal side. With my paternal aunts and cousins, we cook many Polish dishes. Family is very important to this side of the family. We would drop anything and everything to help each other.
My home growing up was filled with creative people. My dad has always been immensely talented. He was good at nearly every artistic endeavor he pursued. He sat me down when I was about 3 or 4 and taught me to braid on my little pony dolls. Not just any braids but fish bone, french, and various other styles. He could make wall size rugs from knots and braids. I have seen clay sculptures he made that seem like they would take years of training to accomplish. Music always surrounded him, he must be the only grandfather who will listen to any music. You would never hear him say that music now a days is crap compared to what it used to be. He has made simple bracelets to large steel buildings. His schematics of what he is going to build are always so precise and intriguing. He drew a pencil schematic of a boat seat for his boat he wanted to make that I wanted to frame and hang on my wall. He used fabric paint to make my brothers and me shirts when we were little, I wish I still had one to show you. The list goes on and on. Draw, paint, sculpt, construct, botany there is nothing that I have seen him attempt that he didn't do well. The sad part is no one will ever know outside his family, including himself, that these talents are in him. He has always been depressed.
There are a lot of different cultures in the world we live in today. Finding the place you belong and discovering your own culture can be a challenge. This is especially true when you look at culture as an individual versus culture in your family, or even within your community. I’ve always been very family oriented, so that plays a big part in who I am and how my family’s dynamic works. I believe that my family has had a huge impact on the development of my culture, and I hope that I have had the same impact on theirs.
Almost my entire family have personal stories on how they came from “Rags to Riches” so to speak. There is one story that I will never forget, and it is my father's story. He was born in Terceira, Azores, my dad has three other siblings along with his parents. My grandpa has been a dairymen his entire life and has constantly worked hard, because as they say, cows never take a day off therefore neither does the milkers and feeders. My grandmother would stay home and take care of her four children, there was two boys and two girls. The girls would stay home and clean the house, cook, garden, etc. While the boys would have to go to work at the dairy with their dad. My dad explained to me how many times he would leave school early starting at around 12 years of age because he had to go out and milk cows or farm. There were little luxuries that nowadays people take advantage of but my father never had. For example for many years my dad only had one pair of shoes and those were his church shoes, so every other day of the week he would have to walk around barefoot. His family also had rabbits and chickens but they were not allowed to eat the eggs or rabbits when they were butchered because they had to sell the eggs and rabbit meat to be able to buy necessities like floor and rice; in general anything they could not grow in their own garden. It’s surreal to think he went through all of that as a child until they moved to the United States in search of a better life or as some would call it “The American Dream” and they were able to achieve it. Now my dad owns his own dairy, owns a house with twenty acres that he farms, owns a boat, owns multiple vehicles, owns a trailer, and best of all, is able to support his wife and two children and is able to live