Personal Narrative: My Home At My Great-Grandma's House

I knew who she was when I was alive, but that was only a few years compared to her 93. Since she has left, I have learned of her book. Entitled, “Lumberjacks and Lumber Camps: The Early Years” Nan wrote about her childhood and her journey to her fathers Lumber Camp in the small villages in which she lived of upstate Adirondack New York. In her memoir she touches on her life in the small town in which my family lives currently, Tupper Lake, a neighboring town to the olympic city of Lake Placid.

On my phone scene I have so many song that I actually have a whole playlist with country music on it. My finally reason, is because when i’m in the truck with my dad the only music he’ll listen to is country music. An when I was a little girl and we went on car rides we would alway listen to country music on our trips. Even when I would go to the race track to watch my dad race they’d play country music all the time.

Next weekend I am going IA with mom guys. Lake Tahoe is so beautiful and I would go visit again in the future. I also went ski for the first time near Lake Tahoe too. Fortunately, I did not take my car to CA this trip, used a friend 's car, 2014 Volkswagen. The car was alright to drive we switched off but the car did got stuck in ice when we were going uphill to Lake Tahoe (HAHA) luckily we had two big American young boys passing by and helped to push the car out.

At my house about three years ago, I put on my brown boots black jacket and black helmet on and walked outside. When I walked outside, I seen my mom saddling up two of our horses. I was going to ride on Spirit and my older brother Gabriel, Gabe for short, was going to ride on Gambit. Gambit is a good horse. You can do anything with him and he would be fine with it.

Interacting with nurses during deliveries sparked an old desire I had to go to nursing school. Every day on my drive home a passed school and won day noticed the sign stating that they now offered an LPN program in the evening. Evening courses were appealing because I was raising three teenagers and their father would be home at night so I could be at school and not

I have been embraced by my department; a group of single mothers far more educated than I am, who nevertheless give me a voice and an opportunity to speak. I sit at the table during community police meetings, and I am there when we gather with the hospitals and organizations that silently move mountains to improve the area. On the weekends, I organize sports and games in the park for kids at risk for gang recruitment. I helped sixth graders plant mums along Main Street; for many, it was the first time they had planted anything. Mums and sports in the park are precious, surface level community projects.

My first pinewood derby race It was my first pinewood derby race and my mom and I were driving to Tom’s house (one of her co-workers) to make the car. When we got to the house, we got out and went to the workshop to get the shape of the car. When he opened the door to the workshop, I saw so many power tools, hand tools, and utilities. We first went to i’m pretty sure it was the band saw to make the shape of the car. Of course I wanted to use the tools all by myself since I was a third grader, but like always, my mom told me I had to be helped with the tools and I couldn’t use the saw because I was too young.

She bought a small farm and lived there with her parents (EncyclopediaBritannica.com) In eighteen sixty- nine, Harriet married Nelson Davis, a Civil War veteran (Ducksters.com, (thefamouspeople.com). That year, they adopted a baby girl and named her Gertie Davies (thefamouspeople.com). After the war, joined Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B Anthony in their quest for women 's suffrage. Harriet also worked with Sarah Bradford, to write an autobiography (nwhm.org).

You had your gas stations, the grocery stores, the schools, the banks and so on. I use to see these places every day as my parents drove me to school. Riding in the back seat looking left and right, I remember how different Auburn was back then, all those years ago. There were lots of areas of the town where there would just be dirt and weeds and grass and trees. Those areas in Auburn don’t exist today.

B is a very independent elder. She currently resides in Oak Crest along with her husband and cat. What I’ve learned from Mrs. B is that the majority of the residents at Oak Crest made their own decision to become a resident at the Village. Prior to moving into the facility, Mrs. B and her husband owned a Condo in Glen Burnie, Maryland. In order to get around she would rely on friends and family to drive them to local markets and doctor appointments.

We drove towards the women’s tee box, so my mom could hit her ball. My mom hit another straight shot and landed next to the hole. We got closer

I contacted the male who verbally identified himself as Andrew Hansen. Hansen told me at about 2000 hours his daughters, Amiyah Hansen and Kierra Jones, were playing in the park of the apartment complex. Hansen said he was driving to the store, but drove by the park first to check on his daughters.

My Michigan Hero,Nancy Chapman Who is your hero? My hero is my Mom. She has always taught me to work hard at all that you do and never quit. She works two jobs and still has time for me and my brother she runs junior golf tournaments and sells jewellery.

As we were heading for the goal on another break away, the opposing team kicked it out of bounds by the goal. My sister Bailey, who is also on the team, set the ball up for a corner kick. Her kick was a beautiful, high, hard drive to the front of the box. I remember thinking of my trainer’s words, “Anything is possible”. I jumped up at the right moment.

When I was eight, my family could not believe what I was doing to my nanny on the way to Gatlinburg. My family and I begin to scavenge our belongings to place in my mother 's car, my anxiety and excitement begins to rise. We all start to swarm in the vehicle and to my recollection, I notice the sun beginning to ascend over the horizon. My mother stomped on the gas pedal to accelerate the car forward out of our driveway onto the road. In the car, my parents occupy the front driver and passenger seats, my brother sits next to the window behind my mother and I sit behind my father, which leaves the middle seat for my nanny to take up.