A Story Told By My Grandmother Essays and Term Papers

  • My Grandmother

    most influential person in my life is my grandmother. She is a traditional Chinese woman. When I was a child, my grandmother had been blind since I was not born, but she is nimbler than most people. My grandmother took care of me when I was a baby. Although my grandmother is dead, I still miss her, because...

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  • Guys and Dolls Critique

    The stories my grandmother told me about her native land of Cuba and those of my mother told me about her hometown of Brooklyn ran through my mind as the worlds they described came alive on the stage. I was enamored with the sets and costumes of these two scenes because it made me think of my family...

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  • In the case of adam and eve?

    Whenever my family and I would go to Memphis to visit my mother's side of the family, I always remember overhearing relatives, along with my grandmother herself, claiming that she was a witch. It was never negative, but as my Aunt Joyce often said she always got what she wanted. For my circus themed...

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  • The Tradition of "Passing the Bangle"

    through objects, traditions, and stories that have been passed down from generation to generation. Some of us neglect to seek out any information about the past; however, this was not the case for me. Even before reading the articles, I had always placed an emphasis on knowing my family history because I come...

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  • Story

    always has a moving story behind them. The objects are deserved to commemorate stories by people; therefore, the objects’ value is more than themselves, they represent [,repri'zent] the meanings. Such as, a granddaughter keeps her grandmonther’s ring to commemorate the dead grandmonther. My object is composed...

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  • free writing

    that the day was not a typical day, was a sad day, my grandmother had died. That day I had to have been there with my grandmother, but five years ago I decided to leave my country, my family, my friends and my beloved grandmother.I feel guilty about my decision because I never thought about the consequences...

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  • I Believe in the Gift of Love

    woman in my life, I have the ability to view life in a positive perspective and the desire to pass it on to my children and others freely, without judgment. I will always remember my Grandmother Alice for her love, her kindness, and the many gifts she had shared with me. Somehow my grandmother had...

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  • escaping fear

    sirens are coming from all over town. My body begins to shake as if I’m having an anxiety attack. I’ve never experienced this before. My grandmother lying down, still resting her dark glossy eyes like there is nothing going on. The sirens came closer and closer while my heart races faster and faster. “Boom”...

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  • unknown

    elementary. This story is quite similar to the story of the tv host Phoemela Baranda who let her daughter raise by her parents and hide it to the public. To begin the story let’s start first how my parent know each other and how it end up to that situation. It was during college life of my mom whose taking...

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  • Family Heirloom

    My grandfather, a veteran of the US Military, was a husband and father of 6 sons. Our family has never been rich nor wealthy, but my Grandfather was a hard worker and made many treasures for my Grandmother. When I was just a little girl my Grandma told me the story of how I came to be named Tiffany...

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  • Louise Halfe

    two grown children. (McNally Robinson) “I write because I love. I write for the survival of self, my children, my family, my community and for the Earth. I write to help keep our stories, our truths, our language alive”. (qtd. in Anthology 396.) This quote describes how Louise Halfe uses...

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  • A Prized Possession

    One of a prized possession for me would be an old fashioned watch given by my grandmother ten years ago. My grandmother bought this watch fifty years ago for my grandfather forty years old birthday. It was made by "Citizen Watch Co", rectangular shape style and has a leather straps. The watch was very...

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  • Personal Cultural Reflection

    When thinking about my family and our roots I identify my family’s places or origin as Germany and Ireland. A majority of my family is of German ancestry and the one exception is my grandmother and she is Irish. I identify these too places as where my family came from due to stories that I have hear from...

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  • Capital(Ist) Punishment

    My maternal grandmother would often quote Karl Marx as she sipped her coffee and completed her crossword puzzle in pen. “The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles,” she would say, “…The Communist Manifesto.” Growing up, I knew my grandmother was intelligent, but...

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  • Creative Writing

    June 9, 2010 It never fails that an incident that occurred in our family years ago, involving my grandmother and one of her children’ s father, told and has been many of years. It is sad to say that my family is quite violent or should I say knows how to defend them strongly in any situation. With...

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  • A Good Man is Hard to Find

    to Find The grandmother identifies herself as a southern lady based on appearance, money, and background. She is the main character in this short story and also the only character that the narrator actually shows into the mind of. The grandmother is the reason for the title of this story because she...

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  • A White Lie

    were always on business trips, so I stayed with my grandmother. I didn’t like to talk with others and to play with neighbors’ kids. They thought I was an unsociable and eccentric child. I just would like to think and behavior by myself. My grandmother was a very nagging person, at the very least I thought...

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  • Charley, Tiger, and King

    Charley, Tiger, and King My father carried the boards and packaging tape, going from window to window, marking each with the all-too-familiar “X” shape. I had asked my dad before, what that was for, and he told me it was to keep shards of glass away in case the storm broke any of the windows. Living...

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  • Red Riding Hood Told from the Wolf

    Once upon a time there was a wolf,and that wolf is me. I got caught in the biggest pickle of my life. It all started with this little girl and her grandmother. So I was walking through the village one day and noticed that there was a pig loose and running around in front of this little house. Being...

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  • memoir

     In April 2010, my grandmother passed away. Her death made all of my family immerse in sorrow for a period of time. My grandfather did not cry much, instead, he kept silent and stood in his room alone, staring at the old wedding photo on the wall. I worried about my grandfather, so I stayed with...

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