“Always trust God and never let a man disrespect you.” my grandmother and grandfather would repeat to me on a daily basis as I arrived to their house from school. They loved three things most in the world: God, family, and food. Once I stepped into their house, my nose would be consumed by the scent of cookies and other goodies that were waiting for me. We had a routine; my grandmother would cook me food to cope with the stress of elementary school, then we would watch (in this exact order) “Judge Judy,” “Jeopardy,” “Maury,” “Seinfeld,” and lastly “America’s Funniest Home Videos.” They were more than great grandparents to me; they were also my friends and my confidants. I would do absolutely anything to spend five more minutes with them. Now …show more content…
My mother would drop me off either to finish up her senior year of high school or go to work to provide for me. Once I started kindergarten, the routine was still in effect. I will forever be using the lessons they taught me from such a young age. I could provide a laundry list of lessons they taught me, but I will stick to the three most important; God, love, and life. For two poor, uneducated people, who grew up around the Great Depression, my grandparents were more than intelligent. They were both individually smart in certain areas and when they combined their knowledge, they were able to conquer …show more content…
Neither of my grandparents knew how to drive, so every week my grandpa would walk one-fourth of a mile to the grocery store. While he was there, he made a conscious effort to remember to buy me chocolate bars, bubble gum, and oatmeal crème cookies. One of those three items was always at their house. Once I arrived to their house after school, my grandma would cook me various things. Ranging from pancakes, biscuits, or pork chops. One of my favorite things that she made for me was teacake cookies. She had a history of making them for years, even before I was born. The taste of these cookies was incredible. It was sweet, but not too rich. The cookies consisted of just dough, no chocolate chips or
...Instead of going with the Stasi to search Dreyman’s apartment after the interrogation, he flees to do the right thing.
Experiencing hard times is something that human beings endure at some point in their life: Death being one of them. Death affects everyone, whether it is a family member, a close friend, or even a pet, losing someone or something is still a hardship that is never easy to encounter. Gustave Flaubert said, “A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies”. I could not agree more with this quote. Dealing with the loss of a friend so close to you, takes a part of you away as well. No parent should ever have to bury his or her own child and no thirteen year old should have to face such a loss at a young age, however, on April 21, 2011, my whole life changed.
Walking into her garage almost every morning, I could just smell the aroma of freshly baked, delicious chocolate chip cookies. Nothing was better than smelling cookies early in the morning. Sometimes my grandma would let me eat one cookie in the morning if she was in a really good mood. Her cookies were the best, even though they were just the freezer type. She always had cookies in stock at her house. That was the only dessert she ever had, but I didn’t complain.
I was also taught that family is extremely important and the time spent with them should be cherished. This mindset is still a part of me today and part of the reason I am in college now. My parents grew up in an age where nice belongings were difficult to come by. The mindset that putting your best effort into everything you do helped them both get into college and obtain successful jobs afterward.
Privacy, “the state or condition of being free from being observed or disturbed by other people.” A concept which once had meaning and validity, however that concept is challenged today in modern day times as a result of technological advances. One may not feel observed or disturbed by other people, although with the introduction on interconnected devices, global position services, cellular towers, as well as with the internet that concept of being private slowly disappears. All the data transmitted through these devices are stored in databases, digested by algorithms, and served up for various purposes. The more we as a society move towards technology and easy-to-access information the less sensitive private data individuals retain. Previously as we seen in the 1984 German film “The Lives of Others,” in-order to spy on someone it required a fleet of tools, tails, bugged locations, and a
I remember it like it was yesterday. The first bite tasted like sugar heaven. The cake was hot, moist, and practically melted in your mouth. My little brother Jeremy and I would fill our glasses full of milk and darn near make ourselves sick by eating so much of it. It was her special treat to us boys. Early on she would surprise us with a fresh coca cola cake. That was until we started noticing an extra 3 liter in the kitchen. It was funny because we got ourselves in trouble a few times for opening that surprise 3 liter. Guess what she used to make the cake mix come together? Her mixing bowl would be the answer. That bowl was involved in most of our meals. I can truly say that her mixing bowl was magic. Not in the sense that it contained an untapped energy source that could make chicken salad out of chicken droppings, but that Moms’ magic mixing bowl brought joy, love, faith, and family to us every
My father was always there for me, whether I wanted him to be or not. Most of the time, as an adolescent trying to claim my independence, I saw this as a problem. Looking back I now realize it was a problem every child needs, having a loving father. As hard as I tried to fight it, my dad instilled in me the good values and work ethic to be an honest and responsible member of society. He taught me how to be a good husband. He taught me how to be a good father. He taught me how to be a man. It has been 18 years since my father’s death, and I am still learning from the memories I have of him.
I often say “everything I learned, I learned from my mother,” because it is, to an extent, very true. I learned so many valuable things from my parents that it would be hard not to include them as contributors to my intellectuality. My parents taught me so many useful things that have proven to be as useful, if not more than the topics covered in school. My dad taught me how to change a tire, balance a checkbook, and do my taxes. My mom taught me how to cook, how to do my own laundry, and how to take care of someone who is injured or sick. I know, my family sounds like the cliche patriarchy of American Society, but they also taught me so much more. All of the skills I just listed have proven to be very valuable in the real world. On the other hand, my parents also taught me to love unconditionally, to care for people, and to be good to myself; these are things that are way more valuable in life than knowing pi = 3.145… I know how to be a good friend, sister, daughter, girlfriend, and one day wife and mother, because of my parents. Some of these traits come naturally, but most of them are learned behaviors. Therefor, I believe home life is an equally important educator. Besides simply home life, I have learned plenty through interactions in other relationships. I have learned from friends and boyfriends, how to be a better person and how to support other people. I have also
My grandparents have raised me for my entire life along with my oldest brother and sister. My mother entrusted me to my grandparents care when I was born because she wasn’t ready for a child. This has always confused me, as I am the third of eight children. I discovered not too long ago that she never wanted to have me, and, through Facebook, she told me she hated me. I never realized how much I yearned for a mother’s love until I realized I would never get it. Thankfully, my grandparents were there for me. They have given me more than I ever could have asked for. I am ashamed to admit it took a lot for me to realize how fortunate I was to be placed in their care.
Growing up, I learned everything from my parents. From the small things like how to brush my teeth and tie my shoes, to bigger things such as how to manage money, how to cook. The way I was raised shaped me to be who I am today and I feel honored to share my story. After all, we all have our own story, our own struggles, our own journey. These are the pieces that shape us and teach us.
“ Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life ”.
As a result of the chaotic traffic towards Mexico that day, I did not have the opportunity to eat very much that day, and I was eagerly anticipating the Christmas dinner. We arrived at my grandparent’s house around five. As soon as we entered my grandma’s house, the aroma of all the foods could be smelled from the outside of the house. The smell of the food in the air made my tas...
It started out with parents that were always interested in education, mine and their own, whenever I learned something new; they were always interested in it also. I was taught from the beginning much about the things around me, outdoors and in. I remember when I was in high school my mother would actually want to work with me on calculus, b...
Both of my grandparents raised my own parents when being young kids into having discipline, responsibilities and obligations. Back in the day, the years were different and it required a lot more education/principles. Education has been one of the most maybe top five of me, my character. Since what I remember by parents always taught me the right path, not wrong, they always tried to fix my mistakes so I wouldn 't repeat them or make myself look bad in front of other people. They wanted me to be an educated person with principles, but I never understood why
When I was younger, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents on my mom’s side. They were very close to me and they are still, as of today. My fondest memories were when we would always go to Chinatown in Philadelphia. Living along the infamous highway, i-95, I could vividly remember passing the railroad tracks on merging onto the highway. Driving on the highway, my grandparents would listen to traditional Chinese music while I would watch Shrek in the back seat. My grandparents would try to talk to me during the ride but I was so into the movie that I didn’t respond. Occasionally, I would look out the window and ...