My grandmother daily routine, consist of waking up every morning at 5 am, boils hot water to take a shower, afterwards she begins to feed the animals she has in the farm, like the chickens, turkeys, dogs. She starts cooking breakfast for my grandfather before he goes out to the field. After he leaves, she starts thinking about what she will make for lunch when my grandfather comes back, and she said that if she doesn’t have the ingredients she usually goes to the other side of town and grabs a cab to go to the market and shop for the necessary things. When she arrives home she makes lunch and dinner and begins to do daily chores like clean the house, or do laundry. At the end of the night, her and my grandfather drink coffee and eat homemade bread and just talk and usually one of her children call her from the United States to see how they are doing. The calls usually last about 2 hours, after she hangs up she gets ready for bed, and they usually go to bed between 9pm and 10pm. My grandmother did state that as she grew older, things did change, she had less responsibility to carry, she didn’t have to worry as much about her kids like she use to when she was younger about feeding them, bathing them, making sure their clothes were still in good use. She only belongs to quite a few organizations, but to her the most important ones would be the church organization and the city council organization. Religion wasn’t something she was too big on when growing up as a child, but she said once she got older and her children were leaving to have their own families, she started to have more interest in the church when she began having health problems. She doesn’t use any technology because in the town they live, technology is very behind com... ... middle of paper ... ...daily. She doesn’t have any medical insurance, and she goes to the doctors when she can afford to go, so my dad usually sends her money so she can be able to go to the doctors and get check at least once a month. My grandmother is still marry to my grandfather, and she sees my uncle and his family very often because they live only 20 minutes away. Most of her siblings have passed away and her nieces and nephews all live in the USA. My grandmother isn’t usually the one to turn to anyone if she ever needs something, she feels like she would be a bother to any of us. Everyday I remind my grandmother that she will never be a bother to us, and we would love it if she asked us for help when she needs it because even though she is a strong woman, she sometimes needs help in certain stuff. During this case study, I learn more and more about my grandmother as I talk to her.
The Grandmother is a bit of a traditionalist, and like a few of O’Connor’s characters is still living in “the old days” with outdated morals and beliefs, she truly believes the way she thinks and the things she says and does is the right and only way, when in reality that was not the case. She tends to make herself believe she is doing the right thing and being a good person when in actuality it can be quite the opposite. David Allen Cook says in hi...
When interviewing my grandmother, she automatically told me how different things were back in the day. She mentioned that she was born in a bedroom rather than a hospital setting. She grew up on a farm with her mother and father, and all of her siblings; I think there was eight all together. Her parents did not have electricity growing up, and they did not have indoor plumbing for the longest time. Her parents were religious, but they did not have the time to go to church. Joyce has always been very dedicated Episcopalian, a form of Christianity. She would have to find ways of transportation herself since her parents could not afford to go. It was almost considered a luxury. She actually met her first husband by going to Church every weekend. She would get a ride to church from family friends, and they had a son who was a few years older than she was. My grandmother, Joyce had become pregnant at the young age of sixteen. This actually is not all that surprising, considering her family was very conservative and sheltered her for the majority of her life. Growing up on the farm she was not even allowed to go into the barn when the cows were giving birth to their
Since this is not realistic expectation from one person, she cannot complete all family work by herself and wants help
After a long day at work, I collect my thoughts and review the previous events of the day. An event that clearly stands out in my mind is a conversation I had with an elderly resident at my work. Over the past two years, I have worked at a retirement home called Grand Wood Park as a dietary aide, where it is my job to serve the residents their meals. When I was at work, one of the residents mentioned something to me I had never considered prior to our conversation. She said she feels as though no one cares about her anymore. Her family members do not come and visit her, they have ageist ideas, misconceptions, and often undermine her mental capabilities. I tried my best to reassure her, but I knew this was not enough since my reassurance would
When I wrote my Grandma (also known as Tutu) she responded right away. She loves to paint and write letters to family. When she writes back she always writes the longest letters ever. She lives in Maui, Lahaina, Hawaii. She often calls me banana fingers on the letter. She makes it out to Banana Fingers Makena Bergman. Also when I wrote out the letter to her, I asked her a bunch of questions to get to know about her childhood. The first question I asked her was: How was your childhood? She answered that it was very intense and her sister and her made their own toys. Also, sometimes her mother would help her make a boat that she could sail down in the ditch in front of her house after a huge rain, and when it did rain in Michigan (where she
Both of my grandmothers are complete opposites. My grandmothers’ financial status and support system are about the same, but their attitudes are totally different. My father’s mother is always happy and positive about the curve balls that life throws her, whereas my mother’s mother has a constant negative and grumpy outlook on most things. I would say that my grandmother from my father’s side is aging more effectively than the other. This difference, I believe is directly linked to the happier grandmother’s stronger connection with Christ. Her faith and joyous attitude encourages me to keep a well-founded relationship with God and it will always lead to a successful aging, no matter the
She has a history of hypertension, high cholesterol, acid reflux disease, kidney stones, arthritis and bone spurs on her right shoulder. Additionally, my grandmother has had her gallbladder removed at the age of 51 years old. She has been pregnant two times and has two children, my mother and my uncle. She entered menopause at the age of 42 years old. My maternal grandfather, who is 76 years old, was born in Romania. He has a history of kidney stones and hypertension and was diagnosed with a horseshoe kidney. Additionally, my grandfather also had to have surgery for cataracts. My paternal grandmother, died at 78 years old, of a heart attack. She was born in Romania. Her medical history only of consisted of hypertension. She was pregnant only once and had one son, my father. My paternal grandfather, who is 86 years old, was born in Romania. He has a history of colon cancer and no other known medical issues. All my grandparents have no issues with mental conditions. My ethnic background is Romanian and my family never had growth or development
My grandmother is one of the perpetually young at heart and it shows in everything she does. At family gatherings, she flits from table to table, laughing, talking (excessively, a family trait that seems to have skipped my generation) and bestowing kisses upon old and young alike. I can honestly say that I have never known her to back down from doing anything that it wouldn't kill her to try. Sweeping down the rapids on the Jordan River, she taught me how to handle our tipsy canoe, and how many children can claim to have a grandmother willing to go paint balling? Friends and family may laugh at her seeming inability to sit still, they may make the occasional quip about decaffeinated coffee or the Energizer bunny, but they respect her, just as we all respect and admire anyone who can take such obvious pleasure in merely being alive. Many individuals waste their early years pining to be "grown up," squander away their latter years in a fruitless quest to remain young, and as a result, never experience a single moment of contentment. Watching Nona has taught me the value of time. She has been instrumental in helping me to understand that these are the years that will shape me into an adult, and that I must give myself the time I need to establish my own identity. While I look forward to my future, I feel no desire to sprint forward to meet it; a walking pace is enough. Perhaps it's a skill inherent in all actors, perhaps it's one of the benefits of her many years of life, but Nona possesses an intuition the likes of which I have never seen elsewhere. She can sense when something is amiss, and more often than not she can determine what that something is with a few shrewd questions. She will never pry on the rare occasions when I wish to remain silent, and confidences given to her are always, always safe.
The grandmother is very old and has lived a very tough life in Vietnam. She “‘lost four of [her] children… twelve of [her] grandchildren and countless relatives to wars and famines’” (Meyer, 74) while in Vietnam. During her life she had very little time to enjoy herself, instead she had to focus on not only surviving, but also holding a family together and getting them through the hardships as well. On top of the Vietnam War, which killed an estimated 500,000-600,000 Vietnamese citizens alone (Weisner), she had to live through 2 additional wars and several famines. The implicated stress and hardships are almost unimaginable. This is evident in her stories and fairy tales she tells her granddaughters, which always have dark twist or no happy ending, or as the granddaughters say “The husband comes too late” (Meyer, 77) to stop the bad guy or save the
There is nobody to cater to her needs. She spends each day taking care of
In America, there are many kinds of families. I decided to research parenting in the case that the Grandparent is a main caregiver. I also want to contrast the difference that parents have being a first-time parent, versus a being a parent as a grandparent. The book says, “In general, skipped-generation families have several strikes against them” but also says, “[the] discussion of grandparents who live with their grandchildren should not obscure the general fact that most grandparents enjoy their role…” (Berger, 486). With this, I am going to interview my sixty-seven-year-old grandma, she was forty-six when I was born and became a primary caregiver for me alongside my dad. I think that my grandma is going to say that she is glad that she was
My grandmother, Rokeya Sultana, grew up in the urban parts of Bangladesh, with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Her father, my great grandfather, was the chief officer of the district. She would go to school or to places by a motorcycle, car, or helicopter. She was living the life of her dreams. But then, my great grandfather had diabetes, and it was discovered one month before he died. It was a great shock for my great grandmother’s family because they had to move from the urban city to a rural neighborhood. My grandmother went to elementary, middle, and high school as a child. She also received a Bachelor’s degree in teaching. She was a good student and a very honest and respectful person. Once she reached the age of 20 to 21, she married Jonab Ali, my grandfather, and moved to Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh.
Grandmothers are always there when we need them most. They are kind, loving and wise from their long living experience in this world. The worst thing that could happen sadly is when it is time for them to leave this world later on in life before your very own death. From old age, sickness or get shot countless times in the body from a crazy serial killer, grandmothers tend to leave this world before you know it. For example from the world of literature, two grandmothers have from two very different stories has met their maker either they like it or not. One of the grannies is good old Granny Weatherall from the short story “The Jilting of Granny Weatherall” by Katherine Anne Porter and the other is the Grandmother from the short story “A Good Man is Hard to Find” by Flannery O’Connor. Both the grandmother in “A Good Man is Hard to Find” and “The Jilting of Granny Weatherall” have to experience different lives, families and views of religion but soon experience death.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
My grandmother has always been my biggest supporter throughout my life. My Grandmother is my back bone; she is the reason why I am the person that I am today. Most people hear the word grandmother and expect to see older lady with possible white hair, standing in the kitchen cooking and baking, evening sewing. My grandmother is the exact opposite of those things, she is still employed full time, enjoys making jewelry and furniture. Although she is only five two she is very witted and outspoken she never bites her tongue and will always give her opinion even if you don’t ask for it. There is a softer side to her, she will give you her last and be a listening ear day or night. Like the saying goes “to know me is to love me” and believe me