Cathy is my mom 's stepmother. She has always been a really big part of my life. I chose her for my guided biographical study of an older person, because I know she has gone through a lot in her lifetime. She is very easy to have conversations with, and she is very open about the hardships she has been through. I also chose her because it was convenient. She decided to come visit for a few days in October, so I asked if I could interview her for class while she was here. Cathy lives in Alabama with her daughter and son-in-law. She is a widow, whose husband died almost 2 years ago. They were in the process of moving to Alabama from Albany, Georgia, when he went into cardiac arrest. She has 1 daughter and 1 son, as well as 1 stepdaughter. Her stepson died of heart failure just over 2 years ago. Her daughter has recently been diagnosed with Dementia, so Cathy and her son-in-law have become her caretakers. She suffers from Arthritis in her hands and fingers. She no longer works. Cathy was born in Albany, Georgia in 1938. Her father was a hard-working man and her mom stayed home with the children. She went to school in Albany, GA until the 8th grade. She later met a man who became her husband. They had 2 children together. They divorced after 11 years together, due to him raising a hand to her and their oldest son. She moved back in with her parents for a short while, getting a secretary job at one of the local churches. The preacher there had recently also been through a divorce, and the two began dating. After a year of dating, she and the preacher, my grandfather, married. The two were together for 43 years, until his death in 2014. Cathy says that my grandfather was the first man she ever really loved. He was kind, patient, an... ... middle of paper ... ... my body and mind. She credits her mental and physical health to her constant reading and walking. At 78 years old, she is still the quick-witted person I have always known and loved. Cathy has aged gracefully, and I honestly hope I can do the same. She has taught me to carry on when life gets hard. She lost her step-son and her husband within 4 months of each other. The doctors diagnosed her daughter with dementia only a few months after all this happened. Rather than shutting down and falling into a depression, she decided to take action. She poured herself into helping her daughter, as well as taking control of her own health. I think, overall, I learned that life can take some unexpected turns, and it is important to do what is best for oneself and those you care about. Cathy has led a fulfilling life so far, and I hope I get to spend many more years with her.
Carols Olivares is 38-years old and identifies as a Mexican-American man. Mr. Olivares has two children, Max (8) and Emma (6). Mr. Olivares resides in the United States, and lives with his wife of 12 years, Margret Olivares. Mr. Olivares was laid of two months ago from his factory job. He currently works as a day laborer for his local city and works long days (including double shifts) to make ends meet. Mrs. Olivares reports that her husband has increased his drinking in the last few months and has began to withdraw himself from family outings. Mr. and Mrs. Olivares both report difficulties with the English language. Mr. Olivares is coming to the agency with his wife to address their family problems.
I choose to do my biographical paper on Margaret Higgins Sanger, because I admire the work that she done and that is continuing to be done, because of her. She was one of eleven children born to Michael and Anne Higgins; a Roman Catholic working-class Irish American family; on September 14, 1879, in Corning, New York. Margaret’s father a man of the bottle and one who enjoyed talking politics, rather than earning the money needed to take care of such a large family, therefore she spent most of her life in poverty. While I think her father had an impact on the person Margaret grew up to be; it was her mother that really shaped her into the person she was. Along with the eleven children she birthed, Anne also had many miscarriages, Margaret believed that it was the many pregnancies that took a toll on her mother's health and contributed to her early death at the age of 40. (BIO, 2014)
She tells her story to anyone her asks about her past, and it always seems to affect them in a positive way. She tells anyone who is currently going through what she has experienced, to not give up, and stay head strong. She empathies with them and counsels them in any type of way that could help them. She very strong wiled and head strong, but also extremely kind and caring towards others. Her quote to everyone is, “Success is admired because is not easy to do and not everyone archives it, but if you do teach
When I was pregnant with my first child, a friend told me, “Remember, daddies do it different. And that’s okay.”
lives in a typical nuclear family, her community is currently in the midst of a
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
Some of her best years were caring for her children. When her daughter entered the first grade NS decided that it was time for her to go back to school as well. In 1984 NS graduated college with her teaching degree, and retired at age 66. Her best years weren’t over yet. Her daughter welcomed her first child in 2009, and a year later her son welcomed his first-born. She had two beautiful grandchildren that kept her young, but that wasn’t the last of grandchildren. Nine months after her second grandchild, her son welcomed a baby girl in 2011. She stated, “It was a blessing to have them one after the other. Every time I turned around there was grandchild being born. I was in grandma heaven.” I asked what are your plans for the future, she replied, “ Watching my beautiful grandchildren grow, spending as much time with them as possible because before you know it they’ll be grown and have families of their own. Also enjoying my time with my husband. In September marks our 50th year anniversary, and I can’t wait to spend it with
Mrs. K is a woman in the late adulthood stage of life. She and her husband are celebrating 37 years of marriage, have two adults sons and an adult daughter, and three grandchildren. Mrs. K recently retired within the past few years, and her husband retired less than two months ago. Mrs. K stated that her life is busy, between babysitting her grandchildren, working part time, and keeping connected to the community. She looks forward to planning trips with her husband in their retirement such as New York City and Ireland. She appears to have a close bond with her adult children and greatly enjoys when her grandchildren visit. Mrs. K retired from a successful career at a local high school where she worked with students who faced developmental
...e of joy and pain in Catherine’s life, as their love was so powerful that it can only be embraced by the extent of death. With many other important messages in the novel, the most important is the changes that occur in and between the characters. The numerous characteristic aspects, the characters in the story are enthralling. Although, Cathy Linton may be recognized as a duplicate of Catherine Earnshaw due to the parallelism of generations, their traits and personalities are entirely individual. Cathy is an innocent and fine young lady, and Catherine is a selfish evil monster. Throughout the progress of the story the reader can clearly appreciate the mismatched traist of the mother and daughter. And like, psychologists have said, “Often children avoid the ways their parents have gone”. Although Cathy doesn’t experience her mother ways, she lives the opposite way.
“Your name is Elizabeth Walls, you are ninety years old and you have been married for 60 years.” Those are the words I told my wife this morning once she rose out of bed full of agony.
My definition of a hero is my mom Stephanie Brown. She’s fearless, kind, and caring. She would do anything to Protect us she’s really nice to us and other people and cares about us and her family. She like to help other people that are poor and she helps her mom with rent. She likes to stay active with us sometimes me my mom my grandma and my brother would go to the beach but now that it’s to cold were in the house playing board games.
Regardless of her challenges, she ingrained her passion, perseverance, and and motivation into the core values that she taught me. As a result, her influence on my life is endless. More importantly, my mother was a survivor. Not only did she raise four children as a single, Black woman, but she did all of which while simultaneously fighting breast cancer for over seventeen years. Despite the difficulties, my mother never succumbed to the severity of her condition. She did not wait to die, but in fact lived her life to the fullest. Ranging from traveling the world, running successful businesses, and being a mother, she left no stone unturned. This is one of the reasons that I respect my mother so much. The fact that she went the extra mile to care for my siblings and I, pursue her own career, while holding on to her life, inspires me to never let my challenges keep me from my living an abundant life. I hope to be a fraction of the woman that my mother was when I grow
It was a Saturday in Ohio. My stepmom's family was upstairs watching the Ohio State vs. Michigan game while I sat in the basement doing homework, mulling over something I couldn't quite place. Today felt different, but I couldn't put my finger on why. Sure, we were in Ohio with people I hardly see in a place I barely know, but it didn't feel like it was due to a different environment. Instead, it felt like something inside me changed as if there was a switch that flipped and altered something important. After a couple of hours in that basement, it hit me- I didn't feel depressed. I didn't feel anxious. I didn't feel depressed or anxious! For the first time in years, I didn’t feel bound to the illnesses that always kept me tied down. I felt
de a few other stops before he came to the coffee shop.” My grandfather laughed at the memory of smelling her to get her attention, but he was honest and said that he could not quite remember his first impression of her other than that he thought she was beautiful because my
As I was about to enter the second grade, my mother decided to take me with her, my stepfather, and half brother, Drew, as they moved to New Hampshire. My father and stepmother, Diana, would stay in Rhode Island, and I would visit with them a few times a month. There, away from the prying eyes of my father and other family members who might see her behaviors, my mother allowed her alcohol addiction to take over her life completely. Each day, she would down bottles upon bottles of hard liquor; she would remain slumped in bed as her speech grew garbled and, if she did manage to get up, her walk was more of a lurch. My stepfather, whom I never got along with very well, enabled her to drink by paying for her addiction.