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grandmother to various others. Whenever her phone would ring, we would answer “Grandma’s house”, because the town of Maysville is not a very large, everyone knew her by grandma. I spent uncountable summers in Maysville as a child with my maternal grandparents, Terry and Char, and my great Grandma Opal. Now that she is gone, I have several, meaningful pieces of her life that no one else has. I inherited my Grandma Opal’s very fragile recipe box and her favorite embroidery patterns. Every Sunday for

While working on my genogram I found it a bit difficult to put it all onto a page. I have information dating back to my great great, grandparents on both side of my parents. Although I do not have all the information pertaining to my great aunts and uncles etc. I do have most of the information from my great great, grandparents down to my parents. My great grandfather on my mom’s side died of old age at 96 years, while his first wife died of breast cancer sometime in the late 40’s. His second wife

My quinceanera is this Saturday and I am very excited about it because I plan to invite all of my family and friends. We are going to eat nachos, tacos, burritos, quesadillas, bean dip, cheese dip, and more various amazing dishes. We will also eat all of the potatoes that we can find, chocolate, an ice cream bar. We will be drinking sodas, water, lemonade, and sweet tea. There will be no alcoholic beverages at this party because we love Jesus, not “the sauce”. At my quinceanera, the activities

It is with great regret and much sorrow that we inform you that on September 1st, 2017 Hannah Hatch passed away. She is survived by her mom, dad, two brothers and one sister as well as four grandparents. Hannah was born on April 2, 2003 in Blackfoot, Idaho at the Bingham Memorial Hospital. She was the oldest in her family. She grew up on a farm on Rich Lane and enjoyed riding horses and playing with baby animals. When she was 5 she went to Irving Kindergarten and then to Wapello Elementary School

and got admission at a hospital for treatment. During the treatment, the medical staff miscalculated her medication and gave her an overdose of the prescription triggering a coma and nearly killing her. I nearly ended up in a foster home had my grandparents not accepted to adopt me. The grandparent’s place was a reasonably good place, and they provided me with care I needed while mom was away. During this time, my mother’s condition was stabilized and I kept visiting her at the hospital. My experience

anyone until now. I have kept it hidden in my heart and mind. Believe me, it has haunted me for years. What plans did God have for me that he stepped in to save my life? Shortly after my mother and sister died I was legally adopted by my maternal grandparents who raised me to adulthood. My grandfather was a hard worker, putting in many hours each day, including nights and weekends, to provide for us. He was a deacon and Sunday School teacher at First Baptist Church and would never miss a Sunday service

Life of Nathan Stroud The family of Nathan Stroud is rather large. He is fourth in line of his five siblings. There are four boys and one girl in the family. He lives in Leavenworth, Indiana. There are many animals living on their farm. His parents both work. His mom is a counselor and his dad is a road constructor. Life for Nathan started on December 19, 2002. He was born in Harrison County Hospital. In his young life, he traveled many places with his family. He has been to Florida, Illinois

At five years old, I remember the catastrophic event that Louisianans know as Hurricane Katrina. Since I was so young at the time, it was important to get a perspective from my mom who had a better understanding of what was going on. As we talked, it opened my eyes to the struggles my family faced during that pause in time. Before the hurricane hit, my mom decided that it would be best for my siblings and me to stay in town with our great-grandmother who was because of her age. My aunt who had just

grownups would be competing in a drinking contest. When daylight started shifting to night we would always get together in a big circle and sing songs by James Brown or Charlie Wilson on the karaoke machine. Then in the last 15 minutes our grandparents and great grandparents would tell us life stories, in which these was very motivational and inspiring. As years pass these weekly reunions was starting to become a tradition but these weekly reunions started to become torture for my mom. There is a total

I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and