I am the oldest of six children including Barbara, Katherine, and two boys, Rogers and Lyman. The youngest child, a girl named Matilda, died at one year old.…
Hello, my name is Myra Maybelle Shirley. Born on February 5, 1848 Carthage, Missouri. I had 2 brothers, John Allison or Bud as we called him was 6 years older than myself and Edwin 1 year younger then me. That means I was the middle child. When I was little everyone loved me and didn't care what I did.…
The Williams family genogram begins with my Grandmother Mea Ruth Williams African American who Married Eddie Williams Indian and white; and they had four children. Lee Williams my father who is deceased, my aunt Emma Williams, Ada mea Williams and Uncle Joseph Williams’s .The Lewis family was my grandfather James Lewis African America very abusive who married Lucy mea Lewis. She was Indian American and Irish and they had seven children. My mother Clara…
But although I had a close family that doesn’t mean my family life was perfect or without obstacles. The respect for my family members is un-parallel by any other object in this world. On my fathers’ side, I learned what it meant for people to leave their homeland in Mexico for a shot at opportunity without guarantee and successfully build a life in Denver. On my mothers side, I learned what it meant for a family to endure loses that no family should and still stand strong. These loses included the loss of my aunty to demotic violence at the young age of 32 and the stroke of my uncle at the age of 33 that left him without the ability to walk and care for himself.…
When growing up with a big and spread out family, home life tends to be a little erratic. Since my mother was not the best of children, she had a few boyfriends in her time. She had my sister when she was six-teen, and my brother and I when she was around twenty. My biological father supported her until they both decided that they needed to go their separate ways, and she then married my step father. My family at the time consisted of my parents, my six-teen year old sister, my twin brother, and myself at age eleven. I had always thought of my family as pretty close to perfect until people started to talk. I first learned of this by my neighbor-friend’s mother, who whispered to her kid about why I had to leave every other weekend to visit my “other” father. I had never before thought of this as a strange idea, so I asked my sister about it. She told me our mother’s story. Once my mother learned of this, she was not upset with me for asking so many questions, and for that I’m glad. I learned more about my mother that day and I respected her for recognizing her past mistakes. Since she had, what I think to be, a pretty messed up life before; she corrected that and raised her children to be respectable people.…
My great-grandfather Kenneth LeRoy Brown I called him Pawpaw. He was born in a little town in Iowa called Davenport with a population of a little over 100,000 people. My great- grandfather was put up for adoption and a nice family adopted him and they moved to Michigan. My great-grandfather had four adopted siblings. He would of had five but one of his adopted siblings died as a infant. My great-grandfather met my great-grandmother, moved to Shreveport, Louisiana and started a family. My great-grandmother had Dolores Brown Porter, who is my caring and loving grandmother today. She is an only child. She was born and raised in Shreveport and Saline, Louisiana and plans to live here for the rest of her days. My grandmother went on a blind date and met my grandfather who was born in Old Fort,North Carolina. A few years later my grandparents got married when/where. Soon after my Uncle Patrick was born and six years later my father was born in Shreveport, Louisiana at Schumpert Hospital. Once my father grew up he married my mother in Jamaica. That same year my mother gave birth to my brother. Four years later I was born! I was also born in Shreveport, Louisiana.…
Growing up with all my close friends I noticed how close they were with their fathers. They all had such a special bond and it made me feel different. My biological father was never really a part of my life, but I do have my stepfather and our relationship has been a little different than most “father-daughter relationships.”…
My family is awfully large. I have my mom, dad, and brother. The thing that makes the family huge is from both my mom and my dad. My dad has three sisters and two of them have two kids and one of them has one. Also, my mom has a brother but she also has many, many cousins. I am not sure exactly how many but I think that there are at least six. My mom and dad met in a funny way. My mom was at my aunt’s house because they had old family friends, and my dad was visiting my aunt or my dad’s sister.…
Grandma Paula is on my mom’s side she is married to my Grandpa Bruce who does farming. Grandma Paula is very nice she takes me to football games. Grandpa Bruce is kind and also works hard, he basically works year round on the farm haying,feeding cows, posts, works during calving season I don’t want to talk about that, yeah, he basically does that all year round. He makes some great food especially vinegared cucumbers. My Great Grandpa Delmar he served in World War ll he didn’t get deployed though. He like everyone of my grandparents is very kind but he’s been getting sick a little bit lately though which is very unfortunate. My grandma Lorraine who is married to Delmar is like I said very kind. Lorraine was very hard working she doesn’t work much anymore because she is a little old. Grandpa Tom is hard working when it comes to bear season he guides bear hunters. He used to do a lot of hunting but he doesn’t do as much anymore with age catching up to him. Grandpa Tom is on my dad’s side first one so far from my dad’s side which is the hunting side of the family. Grandma Jackie is on my dad’s side too. Grandma Jackie is a good cook like basically everybody's grandma’s are, grandma Jackie makes good chocolate chip…
Defining family is somewhat challenging as each of us has a unique worldview of what family means to us. Are they the people who offer us…
My family, however, was another story. My parents divorced when I was four years old. My father remarried within a year and took us (my older brother and I) in with him. I immediately rejected my stepmother at first side as she tried to impose herself to us in the place of our mother. This friction caused our whole household over a decade of suffering and misery. I cried for two years before…
I constantly compare my family to others with married parents. Dealing with divorce hasn’t been easy to deal with, but it’s normal for me now, something you get used to. Which sounds crazy, but it is the way I have to think to be happy. Divorce has been challenging for me and I don’t think it will ever get easier. To be able to move on my life, I just have to think more positively about the…
When I was born, my family started to struggle with bills and payments. So we had to make a hard choice and to move from California all the way to Cresco. And I haven’t seen my family since I was a baby which, I have no memory of them and I haven’t seen them since we moved. I use to always think of my family or be listening to a song that reminds me of them. Then soon or later I started to cry and ask my mom about my family. And they would say “It takes time”.…
I am the youngest in my family. I have one full-blood sister, Ashley who is a year and a half older than I am and a half-sister, Lexi who is eight years older than I am. Lexi was with us when we were younger but for most of my life she has been living with her Mom in Florida leaving Ashley and I together through the years. Being so close in age Ashley and I have always had a strong relationship. Through thick and thin we always had each other to rely on.…
I had just come home from the last day of school in my 9th grade. I checked the answering machine for new messages and I found what I had least expected - a message from my mother's divorce lawyer. Even though all the warning signs had been there, I was still surprised. Things were bad between my parents, and my mom had already threatened to divorce my dad several times that year. They started going out on dates again afterwards, though, and I thought they were past all that. Before things turned sour, I thought my family was completely normal. One of my friends had even said to me, “you have the perfect family.” It turns out, not so much.…