The second course of a two-semester sequence of reading and writing. Readings include essays and may also come from other forms of literature. Students write essays that demonstrate their ability to articulate personal response, to draw inferences, to synthesize, and to express informed opinion. Research and its proper documentation are included in this process.
Westchester Community College: Valhalla Campus
Professor Melinda Roberts
Thursdays: 6:00-8:40 PM
Friday, February 5, 2010
Granny
ONLINE HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT
Due Wednesday February 10, 2010
Response must be posted by 10:00 PM EST
What is your favorite memory of your grandmother? (Be sure to include your first name and first initial of your last name to the post.)
Nicole L.-- I lived with my grandmother for awhile and still do from time to time. Everytime I see her is a blast, although my best memory with her was on a saturday night. I didn't feel like going out and she said, "Well have fun I'll be back later." She left me home on a saturday night alone to go out to eat with her friends and didn't get home till around 11pm. (My grandmother by the way is about 84 at the time)
Nadiya S My favorite memory of grandma is when we were in a camp with all my family and grandma took me swimming in a pond..(LOL) and i didn't want to get out and she kept yelling at me. so finally i started to get out and i stepped on a nail with my heel and it bled a lot. My grandma got so scared she took her handkerchief that she kept between her Boobies to cover her implant ( she has one of the those that you just put in to the bra cup) and when she tried to tied it on my heel to stop the bleeding, her booby fell out !!!! she left so hard she almost peed her pants!!!
Solange M. one of my favorite memories i have of my grandmother is when she took me to an amish town in pennsylvania.I think i was about 12 years old.I had alot of fun because we stayed there for the whole day and got to see how the amish people lived. we ate some really good home grown food.
My grandmother is evil. Last thing I remember of her was that she was praying to God for - well, never mind. There were never any good memories about my grandmother.
Being that my grandparents live with me, I cherish everyday I have with them...As for my great-grandmother, I was very blessed to have her live in my home for 6 years of my childhood. One of my best memories of us together would be whenever I'd come home from school, I would always go to her bedroom..tell her I'm home, kiss her hello, and we would look outside the window eating a yogurt together, and she would tell me old stories about her childhood.
My grandmother was a fabulous in the kitchen. Her angel food cake was "light as a feather;" her pie crusts were so light and flakey the layers could be "separated with a feather;" her butter-laden strawberry shortcake was served hot from the oven and covered with icebox-cold strawberries fresh from the field "down the street," sliced, and dripping with sweet syrup from their white sugar marinade, then topped with a mound of hand whipped heavy cream. But what I remember most were the gingerbread men she made every Christmas. She would make about two dozen, every one decorated with exquisite detail. Silver buttons. Red boots with white trim. Stocking hats of red or green sugar sprinkle. Each hand with a frosting mitten. Some had "red hot" candy buttons that burned my mouth in the same bite as soft gingerbread and hand-whipped butter frosting. She arrived at our house either Christmas morning or Christmas Eve with a HUGH box (the same box every year), with her gingerbread men all lined up like dutiful soldiers. My brother and I were allowed one gingerbread man each day -- because "your grandmother put hours of work into these and you're not going to gobble them down in two minutes." At Christmas, and every day after (until they were all gone), my mother would take the box down from on top of the refrigerator (put there so we couldn't reach it). We would lift the lid and there were the gingerbread men, waiting patiently. In my imagination, I heard them calling out, "Choose me! Choose me!" My brother and I sometimes fought over a gingerbread man -- as no two were the same. I liked the ones with the sugar sprinkles most. I also like the ones with the red hots for buttons. I always felt sorry for the gingerbread men who were last to be chosen -- silly, now, to think of it. We also ate the gingerbread men in a particular order -- right leg, left leg, right hand, left hand, head, then the body. My grandmother died when I was in my early 20's. She had dementia, and didn't know me the last few years of her life. It's always been my greatest sorrow, not to have known her in my adult years. One Christmas, and I don't remember what prompted her to do it, she wrapped up her gingerbread man cookie cutter and gave it to me. She could have given me diamonds and gold, and I wouldn't have been as touched and pleased as I was to have her pass her aluminum gingerbread man cookie cutter down to me. Well, I'm 53 years old now, and she had that cookie cutter for many years before I came along. It's one of my most prized possessions -- that now bent, decrepit cookie cutter that hasn't been used in years.
One of my favorite memories with my grandma was when she spent last weekend with me and my daughter. She was a big help to us. she washed dishes and help watch my baby when I ran out to run some errands. she enjoed us ust as much as we enjoyed her. she must do this more often, it was fun.
My grandmother, before she passed away, was the typical Italian stereotype of a grandmother; overweight, an amazing cook, and affectionate to the point where it became overwhelming. Whenever I saw my grandmother, whether it had been three days or three months, she would smother me in kisses and remark on how beautiful I was or how much I was starting to resemble my mother. Perhaps my favorite memories of my grandmother involve her favorite place in her entire house, her kitchen. I remember one day when my family came to visit her, she taught my sister and I how to make homemade meatballs. My grandma's meatball recipe had been passed down for generations, and I was thrilled to be included in the family tradition. I can still vividly recall the feeling of the squished meat beneath my fingers. Although the meatballs my sister and I made came out sort of lopsided, I will never forgot the look of pride on my grandmother's face.
I don't have that many memories because she passed away when i was little, but i remember her telling me that she didn't want me to have a hair cut... so my father didn't let me do it until i was old enough to choose what i want... So everybody who has their grandma enjoy them and be with them as much as you can!!!
My favorite memory with my Uela has yet to happen. But I know that it will be in this upcoming May when we celebrate her 65th birthday. My mother and I are throwing her this big surprise party and family and friends from everywhere are coming to celebrate. This will be her first birthday party EVER! We are going to have a special dance done for her and I am working on a wonderful slideshow. It is going to be a very emotional and fun night.
*Uela is short for Abuela which is spanish for grandmother...I wasnt able to say Abuela when I was small and there was never a need to call her anything else when I was grown...
gaby is my grandmother, my oldest sister could not say grandmother and it came out gaby, so it stuck! I love her for everything she has done for our family! Gaby has 10 grandchildren and with everyone of us when we were babies she would hold us in front of the mirror and sing this old song "What's you name?" No matter what age we were or how big we got we always wanted her to sing it to us. This song still brings a smile to my face and from time to time gaby will still sing that song and now all 10 of us chime in!
My grandmother is still living and I see her probably once a month. Of my four grandparents, she is the only non-italian; half Polish half Russian. On top of that, her religion is hebrew making me a quarter jewish. My favorite memory of her so far, is her vocabulary and personality. She tells everything like it is, while throwing in a couple of curses here and there. I love calling her up or seeing her on the jewish holidays. She makes the best matza balls.
My grandmother is the best person I have ever meet. I love her and respect her so much. I consider her as my mother because I grew up with her and she has taught me almost everything I know. I don't really had a favorite memory because all of my memories that I had with her were fabulous. Maybe one good memory that I have is when I used to be scared to sleep by myself at night so my grandmother would come to my room lay in bed next to me and she will start to singing to me so I can fall asleep.
I consider it a blessing to meet my grandmother alive. She has been very inspirational to all of us and she continues to remind us of who we are, where we came from and how to conduct ourselves at this present time and in the future. My favourite memory of her happened about 18 years ago, when she gave me about 15 strong lashes on my back after she had discovered that i lied to her. Although, it may seem as a terrible experience but I`ve to appreciate the lesson she thought me from infancy never to lie but speak the truth no matter what the consequences may be. Truth telling has been part of my life and i can`t over emphasize the benefits and blessings i have received as a result of the displinary action my grandmother instilled in me years ago. Andrew O.A
Fannie was the name of my grandmother. She lived close to my house. She liked to go to church. She babysitted almost all of her grandchildren. My grandmother used to go to doctor with them , when they were sick. She played role of mother. She made good food. I liked to do her hair especially when she gave the story of her ancestors. She taught me to have good manners. The whole community knew my grandma by her good sense of humor. She also liked to say hi! to whoever she met on the street. She was a good person.On my way home from school, in the afternoon, she always save food for me. People liked my grandmother because she shared her money and her groceries to the person in needs. I MISS HER SO MUCH. I WISH SHE WAS STILL ALIVE.
My favorite memories of my grandmother are when i was younger she used to always fall asleep on the couch with her mouth open while watching tv. My sister and i would steal the remote control from her and change the channel. As soon as we would change the channel she would always get up...its like she had channel change radar.
my grandmother is the best cook. there is no food i enjoy more than eating my grandmother's Christmas lasagna. She makes everything from the sauce to the noodles on her own. She puts little meatballs inside of the layers too. Overall her lasagna brings memories of fond Chirstmas gatherings. -Robert Letizia
Nicole L.--
ReplyDeleteI lived with my grandmother for awhile and still do from time to time. Everytime I see her is a blast, although my best memory with her was on a saturday night. I didn't feel like going out and she said, "Well have fun I'll be back later." She left me home on a saturday night alone to go out to eat with her friends and didn't get home till around 11pm. (My grandmother by the way is about 84 at the time)
Nadiya S
ReplyDeleteMy favorite memory of grandma is when we were in a camp with all my family and grandma took me swimming in a pond..(LOL) and i didn't want to get out and she kept yelling at me. so finally i started to get out and i stepped on a nail with my heel and it bled a lot. My grandma got so scared she took her handkerchief that she kept between her Boobies to cover her implant ( she has one of the those that you just put in to the bra cup) and when she tried to tied it on my heel to stop the bleeding, her booby fell out !!!! she left so hard she almost peed her pants!!!
Solange M.
ReplyDeleteone of my favorite memories i have of my grandmother is when she took me to an amish town in pennsylvania.I think i was about 12 years old.I had alot of fun because we stayed there for the whole day and got to see how the amish people lived. we ate some really good home grown food.
My grandmother is evil. Last thing I remember of her was that she was praying to God for - well, never mind. There were never any good memories about my grandmother.
ReplyDelete- Prithvi A.
Being that my grandparents live with me, I cherish everyday I have with them...As for my great-grandmother, I was very blessed to have her live in my home for 6 years of my childhood. One of my best memories of us together would be whenever I'd come home from school, I would always go to her bedroom..tell her I'm home, kiss her hello, and we would look outside the window eating a yogurt together, and she would tell me old stories about her childhood.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother was a fabulous in the kitchen. Her angel food cake was "light as a feather;" her pie crusts were so light and flakey the layers could be "separated with a feather;" her butter-laden strawberry shortcake was served hot from the oven and covered with icebox-cold strawberries fresh from the field "down the street," sliced, and dripping with sweet syrup from their white sugar marinade, then topped with a mound of hand whipped heavy cream. But what I remember most were the gingerbread men she made every Christmas. She would make about two dozen, every one decorated with exquisite detail. Silver buttons. Red boots with white trim. Stocking hats of red or green sugar sprinkle. Each hand with a frosting mitten. Some had "red hot" candy buttons that burned my mouth in the same bite as soft gingerbread and hand-whipped butter frosting. She arrived at our house either Christmas morning or Christmas Eve with a HUGH box (the same box every year), with her gingerbread men all lined up like dutiful soldiers. My brother and I were allowed one gingerbread man each day -- because "your grandmother put hours of work into these and you're not going to gobble them down in two minutes." At Christmas, and every day after (until they were all gone), my mother would take the box down from on top of the refrigerator (put there so we couldn't reach it). We would lift the lid and there were the gingerbread men, waiting patiently. In my imagination, I heard them calling out, "Choose me! Choose me!" My brother and I sometimes fought over a gingerbread man -- as no two were the same. I liked the ones with the sugar sprinkles most. I also like the ones with the red hots for buttons. I always felt sorry for the gingerbread men who were last to be chosen -- silly, now, to think of it. We also ate the gingerbread men in a particular order -- right leg, left leg, right hand, left hand, head, then the body.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother died when I was in my early 20's. She had dementia, and didn't know me the last few years of her life. It's always been my greatest sorrow, not to have known her in my adult years. One Christmas, and I don't remember what prompted her to do it, she wrapped up her gingerbread man cookie cutter and gave it to me. She could have given me diamonds and gold, and I wouldn't have been as touched and pleased as I was to have her pass her aluminum gingerbread man cookie cutter down to me. Well, I'm 53 years old now, and she had that cookie cutter for many years before I came along. It's one of my most prized possessions -- that now bent, decrepit cookie cutter that hasn't been used in years.
One of my favorite memories with my grandma was when she spent last weekend with me and my daughter. She was a big help to us. she washed dishes and help watch my baby when I ran out to run some errands. she enjoed us ust as much as we enjoyed her. she must do this more often, it was fun.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother, before she passed away, was the typical Italian stereotype of a grandmother; overweight, an amazing cook, and affectionate to the point where it became overwhelming. Whenever I saw my grandmother, whether it had been three days or three months, she would smother me in kisses and remark on how beautiful I was or how much I was starting to resemble my mother. Perhaps my favorite memories of my grandmother involve her favorite place in her entire house, her kitchen. I remember one day when my family came to visit her, she taught my sister and I how to make homemade meatballs. My grandma's meatball recipe had been passed down for generations, and I was thrilled to be included in the family tradition. I can still vividly recall the feeling of the squished meat beneath my fingers. Although the meatballs my sister and I made came out sort of lopsided, I will never forgot the look of pride on my grandmother's face.
ReplyDelete-Zoe D.
I don't have that many memories because she passed away when i was little, but i remember her telling me that she didn't want me to have a hair cut... so my father didn't let me do it until i was old enough to choose what i want... So everybody who has their grandma enjoy them and be with them as much as you can!!!
ReplyDeleteMelissa H
My favorite memory with my Uela has yet to happen. But I know that it will be in this upcoming May when we celebrate her 65th birthday. My mother and I are throwing her this big surprise party and family and friends from everywhere are coming to celebrate. This will be her first birthday party EVER! We are going to have a special dance done for her and I am working on a wonderful slideshow. It is going to be a very emotional and fun night.
ReplyDelete*Uela is short for Abuela which is spanish for grandmother...I wasnt able to say Abuela when I was small and there was never a need to call her anything else when I was grown...
Michelle A.
gaby is my grandmother, my oldest sister could not say grandmother and it came out gaby, so it stuck! I love her for everything she has done for our family! Gaby has 10 grandchildren and with everyone of us when we were babies she would hold us in front of the mirror and sing this old song "What's you name?" No matter what age we were or how big we got we always wanted her to sing it to us. This song still brings a smile to my face and from time to time gaby will still sing that song and now all 10 of us chime in!
ReplyDeleteher stories are also fun to listen to!
a.Cermele
My grandmother is still living and I see her probably once a month. Of my four grandparents, she is the only non-italian; half Polish half Russian. On top of that, her religion is hebrew making me a quarter jewish. My favorite memory of her so far, is her vocabulary and personality. She tells everything like it is, while throwing in a couple of curses here and there. I love calling her up or seeing her on the jewish holidays. She makes the best matza balls.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother is the best person I have ever meet. I love her and respect her so much. I consider her as my mother because I grew up with her and she has taught me almost everything I know.
ReplyDeleteI don't really had a favorite memory because all of my memories that I had with her were fabulous. Maybe one good memory that I have is when I used to be scared to sleep by myself at night so my grandmother would come to my room lay in bed next to me and she will start to singing to me so I can fall asleep.
I consider it a blessing to meet my grandmother alive. She has been very inspirational to all of us and she continues to remind us of who we are, where we came from and how to conduct ourselves at this present time and in the future. My favourite memory of her happened about 18 years ago, when she gave me about 15 strong lashes on my back after she had discovered that i lied to her. Although, it may seem as a terrible experience but I`ve to appreciate the lesson she thought me from infancy never to lie but speak the truth no matter what the consequences may be. Truth telling has been part of my life and i can`t over emphasize the benefits and blessings i have received as a result of the displinary action my grandmother instilled in me years ago.
ReplyDeleteAndrew O.A
Fannie was the name of my grandmother. She lived close to my house. She liked to go to church. She babysitted almost all of her grandchildren. My grandmother used to go to doctor with them , when they were sick. She played role of mother. She made good food. I liked to do her hair especially when she gave the story of her ancestors. She taught me to have good manners. The whole community knew my grandma by her good sense of humor. She also liked to say hi! to whoever she met on the street. She was a good person.On my way home from school, in the afternoon, she always save food for me. People liked my grandmother because she shared her money and her groceries to the person in needs. I MISS HER SO MUCH. I WISH SHE WAS STILL ALIVE.
ReplyDeleteMarie E
My favorite memories of my grandmother are when i was younger she used to always fall asleep on the couch with her mouth open while watching tv. My sister and i would steal the remote control from her and change the channel. As soon as we would change the channel she would always get up...its like she had channel change radar.
ReplyDelete~Tashania W
my grandmother is the best cook. there is no food i enjoy more than eating my grandmother's Christmas lasagna. She makes everything from the sauce to the noodles on her own. She puts little meatballs inside of the layers too. Overall her lasagna brings memories of fond Chirstmas gatherings. -Robert Letizia
ReplyDeletemy best memory of my grandmother would be complaining about my parents to her and then watch my parents get yelled at.
ReplyDeletebilal.j