Granddaddy Research Paper

"A mentor empowers a person to see a possible future, and make them believe it can be obtained." Mentors and role models are important figures in society, they help people succeed in every which way they choose to endeavor. In general, a good mentor is necessary for someone to dreams like Junior. This is very clear with Junior in the absolutely true diary of a part time Indian. Junior relies on the guidance of his mentors, so they can lead him down a path of success. His geometry teacher, Mr. P, helps Junior to understand the real picture of changing and taking his education at WellPoint. Finally, Grandmother Spirit is a very wise and intelligent grandmother who shares all her wisdom with her grandson. Her thoughts have greatly influenced and shaped Junior into becoming the person who he is at the end of the novel. Junior wants something better for himself and he knows he is not just

Grandma Alice was born on March 1, 1919 in Winnsboro, South Carolina. She was the oldest of five children. After she completed the 6th grade, she went to work, picking cotton. It was hot in the fields. She picked prickly, cotton at the tender age of eleven up until she turned sixteen, the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1938 excluded agriculture. At sixteen, she became a nannie for a wealthy, white family. Grandma would go on to raise her five children. She made sure that they would enlist in the armed services and/or went to college. She was determined that education was the key to her children’s freedom and independence. Grandma Alice did not experience a lot of freedom and she was denied a good education. I can still hear her say, “…go to

Ka loko o Kiholo is known for its beautiful bay and camping sites although most are unaware of an ancient pond created by King Kamehameha himself. This ancient fishpond continues to stand today although its health has diminished over the years. As of 2012 conservation efforts have been made by volunteers, the Nature Conservancy, TNC, and Hui Aloha Kiholo. Currently, conservationists work to improve water quality, reduce sediments created by invasive plants, and in turn, allow native species to thrive. With these efforts, the ponds ecosystem has begun to restore itself as fish populations begin to thrive one again. As a running start student with Palamanui I learned of these efforts and joined the crew to give back to the land.

Marvin G. Carter, also know as Uncle Buddy, was born in LaSalle Parish on June 10, 1954. He has two brothers Clint Carter, my uncle, and Charles Carter my dad. As a child he grew up in the little town of Urania,Louisiana which during the 50’s and 60’s the population of the town 1,000. Later on in 1973 he got married and moved to Caldwell Parish where he bought his wife’s grandparents old house and renovated it.

This has been the moment I have been anxiously waiting for, Priest Tyaire Presents Momma’s Boy. The auditorium was sold out. Previously, I’ve seen Priest Tyaire stage plays in Washington, DC. Momma’s Boy had an awesome cast starring Priest Tyaire, Shirley Murdock, Nephew Tommy, Jackeé Harry, Gary Lil G Jenkins, Anthony Brown, Thomas Harris, Camille Forest, Anthony Dupree, Chris Bolton, and my favorite Johnny Gill. The only artist that I have already seen live were Priest Tyaire and Johnny Gill.

The Great Rite is a term is that often misunderstood both within and without the Pagan communities. A ritual built around fertility and survival has over time become confused and conflated with sex. Those who originally would have benefited the most from the Great Rite were not perverts or pleasure seeking opportunists but were instead those farmers, agriculturists, and gardeners of the past. The primary purpose of the Great Rite was to combine the essence of female and male energies to encourage fertility in whatever areas it was encouraged towards. This would not be just crops but could also include animals (to continue their service to the humans who prospered from them) as well as families to help continue their lineage and grow the community.

I chose to interview my grandmother, Maryann Metzger. I chose her because she is probably one of the strongest people I know. I wanted to learn more about her childhood. After talking with her I realized that she may not remember a lot about women’s rights at that time but she does remember segregation. Through this I learned many things that I didn’t know before.

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

My Grandmother goes by the name of babunya, and baba for short, this means grandma in Ukrainian. She lived in Ukraine for most of her life, and she is almost 90 years old now. She’s been through a lot in her years, thus her appearance has changed. For every wrinkle she has there’s a story to match. She has had every color hair: blonde, red, brown, and black. Now her hair is a short gray color. She keeps it short because it stays out of the way, even though she hates it short. She has always had long her until now. She has also progressively become shorter over the years due to a very bad back; she now stands just under five feet. Since she spends most of her days in the garden her usual outfit

The crunch of frozen grass could be heard a mile away at five o’clock in the morning. My grandpa and I whispered conversation as we strolled over to our favorite deer blind. We cautiously marched over sticks trying hard not to make any sounds. We eventually made it without spooking any deer and set our guns down, waiting for sunrise. These are the times I enjoy the most with my grandpa. It is a chance to sit back and enjoy life with one of my favorite people on this planet. Time goes slower in these moments. It gives us a chance to share conversation about anything. We swap stories from the past and I always seem to learn something new from my grandpa. Whether it be from advice he gives me or from an experience long ago, I’m always listening. Although our experiences may be different we still love to enjoy the same hobbies together, whether it’s woodworking, hunting, or time out on the lake; sharing life with my grandpa is priceless.

This love for water deepened as our family sojourned from one Naval base to another. Before my eighteenth birthday, I had dipped my toes in the waves at least eleven beaches, from the island of Saipan to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. This mobile childhood sparked a lifelong passion to travel the world, seeking the natural beauty of God’s magnificent creation. Water covers nearly three-quarters of the earth, therefore the opportunities to nourish my soul are more than abundant.

At Cooloola is a lyrical poem written by a well recognized Australian poet, Judith Wright. This poem creatively describes a beautiful scene of nature. The poet uses highly descriptive language and a diverse range of poetic devices to engage the reader into imagining a picture of how peaceful and serene this exquisite the scenery is down by Lake Cooloola. Underlying the subject matter is the implied theme that the lake is under threat from “conquering people” who will not protect its “white shores of sand, plumreed and paperbark”. This poem reflects Judith Wright’s concern for our special and unique flora and fauna, how fortunate we are to have stunning scenery, how easily mankind can destroy it, and our need to appreciate

“I had an amazing life. I had wonderful husband I loved more than anything else is the world. I had six beautiful children, who gave me nine grandchildren, and the strength I needed throughout my life. I have regrets; but everyone does. I believe my life was wonderful because everyday I pray for my family and thank God for what he has given me throughout the years. The good times, and the difficult ones – everything was a blessing.” Winnie, now 75 years old, believes she has been blessed everyday of her life. It sounded surprising after I interviewed her to hear how religious and optimistic she is about her life. You see, I knew her as my quirky grandmother – who used to crotchet dolls on top of soda bottles, or kiss a penny that

I think the person who has had the most profound effect on my life besides my parents is my grandfather. I never realized before how much of an effect he had on my interests and goals for the future. Years ago, he used to tell me stories about historical events and experiences he had fighting in Vietnam and my great grandfather fighting in World War 2. His vivid descriptions always made it so interesting and, in some cases, more light-hearted than what actually happened. To this day he still has more stories to tell me, and never fails to captivate my interest. In doing this, he opened my eyes to my biggest interest, history, and encouraged me to pursue this interest throughout school. I feel like it would help to give a short summary of his life and how it affected me.

At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; "No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping"; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out on big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid's playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I'm with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and