Today I am writing about my 1st(latino side) ancestor. His name was Alejandro, he was born in 1799. He was a mexican immigrant and had my great great great grandma in 1841, with this girl named May. During the years he was running away from slavery in the mexican areas. Along with some of his family, and his gf/wife (Unknown if they had any marriage) The way he got across, believe it or not, he used a wood shaft that he stole from a market sign (that was wooden) and used it as a “boat”. He had a group of people who got on the “boat” but most of them got injured from splinters and got infected, other than him. At the end there was only 3 people on the boat, many people started to swim beside the “boat”, because the boat was too painful, but most …show more content…
Bertha was a more heavy set mexican lady, while pablo was more of a muscular person and may was a beautiful caucasian woman that carried the baby through the traveling, but soon was lost somewhere along the trails on the travels. A black family found the baby, while the parents were unknown as well as the name of the baby. The baby at this time was 2 years old, approx considering that they didn’t have birth certificates back then as well as they didn’t have any hints of who the baby belonged to.So what they did was they took the baby to the closest hosptial to see if they could get some money for turning in the baby, which according to my research is unknown but the baby was kept in a foster/orphanage to live in. She lived a normal caucasian child and teenager life in the 1850-1860. She was grown up and to be a artist, but was robbed in her house and all the art was gone, but then she thought that there was more to life than just art and focused more on making family and decided to have a family of a husband and 2 children. In 1870 she had one daughter and in 1880 she had my great great grandma. She died around the times of
To escape the abuse of her brother in law,she married Moses Williams at the age of 14. Her daughter A`Lelia,was born on June 6,1885. Her husband passed away two years later,so she and her daughter moved St.Louis. In St.Louis,she worked
Georgia O’Keefe was born on November 15, 1887 in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin and died March 6, 1986 in Santé Fe, New Mexico. She was an American modernist who loved paintings flowers and landscapes from New Mexico. Georgina had 6 other siblings and her mother and father, all living on a farm in Madison, Wisconsin. She attended the Sacred Heart academy, when she graduated in 1904 she studied at the Art Institute of Chicago. She became a commercial artist but then became interested in Oriental designs.
By all means; the Imperfect Mexican-American When I was younger, I couldn't fathom what my parents meant when they said ‘‘Cruce la frontera para que tengan una mejor vida,’’ In other words, I crossed the border for my children to have the future they longed for; their American dream. I understood the troubles and sacrifices they went through and felt the pain they carried for leaving their motherland, yet I didn't understand what life they were looking for me and my sisters. Years later, one afternoon, my sister greets us with the news that she got accepted to college, I thought this is it, the better life my parents wished for us, the sacrifices they made are paying off, yet to my surprise what was suppose to be proudness turned out to be
My interviewee’s father did not immigrant to the USA until ten years later, which caused a lot of trauma in Akadina’s life because she did not have a father figure during her most difficult time, which was her teenage years. While hearing Akadina speak about the structure of her family, it allowed me to see the differences between our families. Akadina was raised for a couple of years in a traditional home were there were a father and a mother. On the other hand, I was raised by a single mother and I have four siblings. I did not meet my father until I was 21 years old.
Georgia O’Keeffe was a very talented woman. She received many awards for her beautiful paintings throughout her life. Born on November 15, 1887 on a farm in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin, O’Keeffe was the second of seven children. It was very common during this time for young women to partake in many different art styles to decorate the family houses, however, it was not common for women to pursue a successful career in arts, especially that of painting. O’Keeffe attended the Art Institute of Chicago from 1905 to 1906 and the Art Students League in New York from 1907 to 1908.
The principal stood in front of us and looked down, as though it had been his career goal to please us, the students; as though the decision weighed on his shoulders insurmountably. He paused for a moment, considering his notes, and then summoned his best solemn expression as he broke the grave news. Muck up day was no more. The eulogy for the now-deceased tradition soon followed, wherein he chronicled the many “controversies” in previous years and urged us to be “upstanding” students who avoided such “liberalities”. A more spit-on-the-grave affair truth be told, though his presentation of the matter suggested otherwise.
How are you today? I appreciate your interest in sitting my son, here are some information about my son, Jerry He is 3 years old, he is a great kid and easy to get along with. He is a sweet, loving boy who loves to swim, play, be outside, go to parks, go on walks and just have fun. He is very bright, engaging, and love to explore his surroundings. He is potty trained, free eater, well cultured, very well behaved and well mannered and he is not allergy to food or anything.
The water currents, changed by the wind, made it so that he couldn’t get back. On page 18, a massive whirlpool was mentioned. The whirlpool had a name; Charybdis. The whirlpool was so big that you could see the bottom of the ocean from the surface. The whirlpool was in the Strait of Messina (which is between modern day
For many, a certain object or thing brings them closer to God. Maria Sibrian my mother, what brings her closer to God is a photograph of her father. Her father was a very religious man and at a young age he was murdered .For her, the photograph is truly significant, to her it is a sacramental, which is a way of her encountering God. Her father passed away when she was the age of 14.
Coping with the loss of someone or something you love is one of life’s biggest challenges. Often, the pain of loss can feel overwhelming. You may experience all kinds of difficult and unexpected emotions, from shock or anger to disbelief, guilt, and profound sadness. The pain of grief can also disrupt your physical health, making it difficult to sleep, eat, or even think straight. These are normal reactions to significant loss.
First, thank you for your response. I think we are both from Texas? I really do want to be the example for my family to follow as far as getting a education and following their dreams in life. My husband and I do have children right now, so we took turns better our self for our family. He is now establish in his career and happy, so now it is my turn to finish school so that we move forward in life with no regrets.
Once upon a time, in a small countryside, there lived a farmer called (Uncle Tom) with his wife, they owned a small farm with an old cottage. Although they were very much in love, they longed for a child .Uncle Tom loved his farm, and he spent most of his day working at it. He didn’t rest until finish his work. He did a lot on his farm, harvesting, feeding his animals and planting, and returned to his cottage so tired, went to bed after dinner spending no time with his wife.
In honesty, and to be fully transparent; having done this assignment before, I felt that I needed to talk to a different relative and learn even more about my family history instead of just regurgitating what I already knew. This made it easy to pick the person closest to me in my life whom last time I did not choose to interview for this project; my grandma Carol. Naturally we sat down over a cup of tea, our ongoing 1,000 piece puzzle, and some music so we could chat about all the history my gran had to offer; and let me tell you that it was a lot! I started by asking her about how our family relatives came to America, and subsequently where it was that they came from. “Well it is a doozy of a story” she said to me as she began the history of my great-great-great grandparents.
Yeah...in retrospect, I was probably going overboard last night. In many respects, I was trying to experience Chicago for all of us, precisely because we hadn't seen much of the city due to the physical and mental limitations that our family as a whole has endured. Last night was my attempt to bring the experience back to all of you so you could get a taste of it, and then be inspired to go check it out for yourselves. I was also trying to get Dad to think more outside of the box - so that he could enjoy life more, and so that he would permit us to enjoy it too, without being on-guard.
My family owns a rock quarry. I still remember the day that I started working there. I was ten years old and it was summer time. Until this point, the girls in my family just sat in the scale answering the phone, weighing trucks, and making invoices. When my dad asked me to work one day, this was what I assumed I would be doing.