Question

essay on my grandmother 250 words.....

Answer 1

In these brief lines I tell the story of a past, a present and a future whose outcome as memories are tied to each other. Moments, experiences and events that will be recorded in our memory and that is part of our culture and that surely will exist for all times and spaces.

One morning on October 16 my grandmother Florence was born, exactly 77 years ago in the beautiful city Bareilly. She was the youngest of 3 siblings. His family was of humble origin. His mother Paola was dedicated to domestic work and his father Solomon dedicated to the work of the field.

His father tolerant and respectful man and full of many aspirations.

My Grandmother with sacrifice studied until the second basic grade, working later to collaborate in the familiar economy. At the age of 16 my grandmother had many suitors who with great zeal scared her father. On the contrary, his mother had already prepared for her a suitor who owns a heavy transport, which my grandmother never liked and rejected. On the contrary he met my grandfather  with whom he married and he fathered 4 children of whom my mother was the oldest.

My mother tells me that they were very happy, in a home where harmony, love, communication, respect and understanding were their main company.

My grandfather adored my grandmother while suffering the contempt of his mother-in-law who did not accept that he was a humble class.

The grandmother worked hard along with her grandfather to buy a land where they also built their home. He dedicated to the work of the field, she dedicated to the preparation of crafts and planting vegetables in a field adjoining the house.

At dusk it was not unusual to see my grandfather with his grandmother drinking coffee with bread that denoted the perfect harmony.

At the age of 35 the grandmother gave birth to her last child suffered serious complications that caused her death. Leaving a widower and orphaned his three children including the newborn.

It was moments of pain for the grandfather and my mother who was the oldest and without the support of the mother-in-law who was the closest, suffered the loss and with the responsibility to fight for the family and the new member, started the beginning of another story .

These I dedicate to my mother for being a brave, special and full of love. With only 13 years dedicated his life to the breeding of his brothers and change his dreams of adolescence for work and sleeplessness also facing the loss of the grandfather who at the months of death, the grandmother disappeared and was never heard of him again.

Answer 2

    My grandmother is a very good lady.  She is now old but she is good at heart and kind to me.  When I was born, she took care of my mother and me very well.  She taught me many good stories and has been nice and affectionate with me.

   When I go to my grand parents house during my vacations, I am taken care nicely.  She makes me good tiffin, sweets, snacks etc.  She does not say any thing when see the TV or when I browse and chat on the Internet.

   She is old and still she  does all the important work at home.  She does not make me do a lot of tough work.  She wants me to study, pass high degrees, do a big job and go abroad and achieve a lot of things.  I feel her as close as my mother to me.

   When I go to their house for holidays, I share a lot of news about my friends, school and studies etc.  She also listens to me very well.  She taught me to take care of  guests when they come.  She is energetic, smiling, cool and kind.  I remember her for ever.