Janet Kessinger was a loving mother of 5 boys and 1 girl, a caring wife, and an even better grandma. When I was a little I would always want to go over to her house, no matter what. The times my mom would say no I always throw the biggest tantrums. Sometimes it would actually word and i’d get to go over. Every time I walked in she always had a big smile on her face. Then she’d pick me up and hug me and ask me if I wanted any snacks. My grandma is the nicest person you’d ever meet. Unless you get on her bad side then she completely switches to parent mode.
One day my dad, my uncle, and me were standing outside on the porch because she was mad at someone or something. I saw some wind chimes hanging up, and me being a little kid I smacked them.
THEREFORE BE IT RESOLVED, that we embrace the family with the love, strength and comfort of God. We cannot replace Marilyn C. Jackson, but will work to demonstrate her
Janet Scott is considered to be apart of the 2.5 Generation Hawaiian. Her father migrated by boat from Japan to Hawaii.Her father looked through a series of pictures to pick out his wife and he picked Janet’s mother. Unfortunately, they divorced before Janet was nine months old. Janet was raised being taught that her mother died in childbirth and believed this until her father's death when she was 22. During the summers, Janet was sent to work at her aunt's farm with many other workers. During the school year she had many responsibilities, like watching after her tiny apartment that she shared with her father, washing dishes, and doing all the laundry. As it may seem, she was raised very strictly by her father, all rules and jobs were expected
I have recently had the pleasure of sitting down with Kathie Corwine to discuss her life details. Even though she is my mother and it is her job to use examples from her life to guide me and make mine better I still learned many things I hadn't yet learned about her. I'm going to spare you all of the boring details and get right into it.
She was not the most perfect person but her personality and the way she talked made everyone want to be like her. Anyone she talks to can hear her talk for hours. Growing up she did not have an easy life style. She struggled often but she always made the best out of everything. She cherished her life and all the little things that came with it. She always worked hard for everything she wanted and needed and I looked up to her because of that. I yearned for her life. Middle age women living in the big beautiful city of opportunity and working for the department of health in New York. That was everything I wanted.
While watching Ms. Jackson's interaction with her children and listening to her express the begin of the day with her 5:30 AM devotion, it is obvious Ms. Jackson acknowledged her calling to become a foster parent 22 years ago. Calling signifies more than a 9-5 job; it is an energy that epitomizes her identity as a humble woman. It is an obligation that keeps her occupied throughout the day and even active during the evening when experts give their professional care to the children. Amazingly, Ms. Jackson said, "I received an infant, and I plan to realize what's wrong." In my conclusion, that is a powerful proclamation.
Question: If you could eliminate one state in the U.S., which state would you choose and why?
When I was about 11 years old it was close to Christmas time, I was at Soccer practice and my dad was there watching me play. My mom stopped by and I was wondering why, because usually both my parents don't show up to my practice. I figured there was some sort of PREDICAMENT. I finish my practice and I'm packing my stuff up and my mom goes to her car and looks like she's about to cry. Me being curious as I am was bugging my dad
When my mom ran to my dad and pulled on his arm to get him away from Gavin, he pushed her against the wall and screamed what sounded to me like bad words. When I ran between them saying, "Mommy, daddy, don 't fight," dad picked me up and threw me onto Gavin, who 'd just gotten off the ground from his first strike. Dad kept yelling at us. I didn 't know why, and it scared all of us.
In her family she was the only one to continue her education past high school. Hearing what it took to make this happen was incredible. When I was in grade school both my grandmother and grandfather took it upon themselves to make a college education account for all us grandkids. They didn’t want to see us struggle like they had to.
In my opinion, Mrs. Keckley is an astounding person who Bella and Steven see as a true role model to all. Hearing her stories about how she was a slave and later found herself working for the First Lady in the White House seemed like an unbelievable tale. When I first read about her, she sounded like she has been through many hardships, tragedies, and other challenges. I picture her to be a charismatic, strong young woman who can overcome any obstacle that comes her way. I feel that Bella and Steven have similar reasons for why they enjoy Mrs. Keckley, along with her kindness towards the sons of Abraham Lincoln and how she soothes Mrs. Lincoln. Mrs. Keckley brings something new to the table for the Lincoln family and staff, a feeling of peace
The person who has inspired in my mother Donja McAllister. My mother is a hard working person and always wants what is best for her family. She sacrifices her own time and money just to make my brother and me happy. She has spent a big portion of her life caring for others. My mother has always thought of what is best for us. She encourages us to do our best in school and pursue what makes us happy. She wants us to get a good education so that when we grow up we have the skills to pursue whatever career we what. For a while now my mother has the burden of taking care of her two children alone. She is constantly making sacrifices for us so that we can get to school and do all the after school activities for example when I was still in gymnastics
She would be the first person you want to go to when you needed help, you were confused or lost, or if you just wanted to talk. She was there for everybody. She worked tirelessly to help the people she cared about, taking in and housing so many, putting all her efforts into raising so many that weren’t even her own children, but she treated them as such. I was one of many “adopted” children, and because I was growing up without my mom at the time, my auntie took over that role. There were times where we butted heads and disagreed, but no matter what was going on, my success was the most important thing on her mind. Even when I was suffering from severe depression and didn’t care about my own future, she made my education her top priority, doing everything in her power to ensure I prosper. Having such a helping heart often made things difficult for her, but she was never
She would always help my mom with me. I would say one of the main things I’ve learned from her is to be friends with people who make you a better person. She would ask, “would you rather be a better person than you are now or become lesser?” Yes, as a young girl I could only understand to a point. At one point in middle school I realized what she truly meant. I was a extremely shy girl and making friends were hard. As this shy girl I was more likely be by myself so I saw how others would act and talk. It brought a new light to my eyes. When I started making friends I made sure they were people that were kind and truthful people. These people are still my friends today and honestly made me a better
When I was 16 years old, I asked my mother’s permission to go the park with my friend but she did not allow. I was mad at her. I went to my room, slammed the door and broke the cell phone by throwing it against the wall.
My grandmother, Esther Turner, has impacted my life in more ways than just simply being there for me, as a grandmother. She’s much more than that, in my eyes. Being the eldest of three, I’ve always taken on more responsibility as the older sister. It was my job to show my little brother and sister which paths were safe to take in this wild, confusing maze called life. At times, I felt like a mother myself, and at a young age, I found myself slightly intimidated by all the responsibilities that were laid on my shoulders. The main person I could talk to freely and openly, without judgment, was my grandmother. We have always been able to speak to each other about any and everything, nothing was off limits. That’s what I think brought us so close, the fact that she accepted me entirely for the person I presented to her.