Personal Narrative: Grandma Lorrie's Life

My subject is my aunt, Florence Lucey. She is a 65-year-old female, who identifies with her gender. She is a white, heterosexual, Catholic, Italian woman who has lived in Connecticut for her entire life. She currently lives in Weston, CT, in the home that she has lived in for the past 20 years. Florence has been married twice; she was widowed in 2003 and remarried in 2014. She has one sister, Donna, my mother, and 4 kids, all who are out of the house. I was able to gather my information over facetime and received real-time data coverage. I will be referring to my subject as Florence throughout this paper.

Oh Junior, such a poor kid. Growing up with such an array of disabilities has definitely taken a toll on him. Seeing him constantly falling victim to teasing and bullying certainly makes me sad but sometimes I feel that he brings it upon himself; of course I am not allowed to say that though, being his grandmother I am required to be supportive of my grandson. I wish that he would somehow manage to at least find a few new friends. The only kid I ever see him around is that Rowdy boy. I know that they have been friends since birth but he is absolutely cruel and is constantly fighting others on the reservation - I do not think that he is a very good influence for Junior to be around. Rowdy had

I have a great grandma that lives in Adairsville, GA that is getting worse and worse everyday. I have never met her before until last Spring when I went on vacation to Florida and stopped on the way back to visit her. She is the sweetest little old lady I have ever met. It made me sad to know that I have never visited her until now. I wish I could see her more often. we write letters to each other quite a bit. She never forgets to send us each something on the holidays. We only visited for about 3-4 hours then headed off back home. I wanted to stay all day. Even though I have only met her once it feels like I have had this connection with her my whole life.

I was a little girl trying to get around in the small town Cresco Iowa. I tried my best to do my best with everything I did; mostly to make others around me happy. Growing up I didn’t have very many role models or guiding people to help me through my life. When I was a little and got to know my grandparent’s the older I got, I was obsessed; I looked up to them and hope to achieve what they have as a couple and individually. The most difficult time of my life was losing them.

Ever get the chance to put together your own outfit for the day? Well, I mean literally have you ever had to sew together your outfit? If not, well let me start it off with “WOW!”, grandma's work isn’t as easy as it seems. Not only did i learn how difficult it is to sew, but i had the chance to be able to express my funny side. This week i chose as one of my portfolios a unique project, where i sewed together my outfit. At first, i envisioned it being a joke, since i would never wear it personally, but I saw the fun and good vibes it would bring to the classroom atmosphere. We started off with the simple idea of creating one of the outfits used by one of the boys in the movie, The Sound of Music. First, we had to sketch out a drawing of the outfit to get an

good five minutes before a small smile appeared on my lips. I stuck my hand into my pockets as i walked back to the institute and hummed to myself a little on the way.

I am a family friend and I have been witnessing all of this mess for years now. Lately it has gotten out of hand. Destiny and Alaina have been bounced around from house to house for years now. I believe that they still live with Danielle's grandmother in Laurel. I know for a fact that the house in disgusting and unsafe for the children. Theyve been staying over at the daddy's sister house. When I do see the girls their hair is never combed they smell and the clothes they were are to small. Danielle has not had a job for a couple of years now. She smokes marijuana around the children. She fights all the time around her children. Last night a family member called to let me know that she tried to attack the girls fathers girlfriend with a butcher

I will always remember going to grandma's house on christmas eve,me and my family are so excited to open presents, eat the great food and spend time with family.My grandma has three kids, my mom and my uncles.She has two sisters and five brothers.She was born on 1046 at Celina.Grandma has two grandkids me and my brother Collin.My grandma is sweet loving and generous.

It all started when I was getting ready for bed and my mom got a call from Granny.

It seems like half of our conversations are about musicals. She, being the most musically talented person I know, usually introduces me to a certain musical and asks me if I know of it. Usually I do not, and she continues to enlighten me. Each musical she describes is full with its own characters, songs, and interesting storylines. I see each musical that she describes like I see her. She has thousands of different layers. Even though we have been best friends for over a year now, I still feel like there’s parts that I have never gotten to know.

It all began when I was about five years old, having sleepovers in my great grandma’s room. She loved telling stories and playing dress up with me. In her room she kept a lot of pillows on her bed. She had fancy pillows in a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and textures. Every time I entered her room, she would allow me to jump around on the bed filled with pillows. All that jumping around and having all that fun felt amazing, and that's when I fell in love with one of her pillows and named it Bobby.

I slowly turned the first page of the worn and fragile book. The Instrument contained numerous words of wisdom, or so I had heard from my biological grandma, I lifted it to my face. Did it hold the solution to my problems? The woman of my childhood was convinced that it did. It smelled of leather with lingering traces of tobacco. Grandma held the book often, I remembered, envisioning her in my mind many years past, when I went for a visit to my grandparents house. After supper she sat in the rocker near the fireplace, from time to time taking a break from her reading to step outside and smoke. I didn't like the smell of the cigarettes. Never the less that was the way grandma was. She was an intriguing woman. She didn’t say much in her later

I am settled in American University now. Just finished my first day of orientation. So far, I love the college atmosphere! The campus is only a 10 minute metro ride to Downtown DC, so I have been exploring the city. The school accepted my AP score. I don’t know if I am happy about that or not. It saves money, but now my philosophy and literature general education area is covered. I really want to take classes in those areas, but now I will probably have to wait a couple of semesters.

It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.