Essay on my grandmother 250 words. 【 class 11 std 】 ★ don't copy from internet ★ write in your own words
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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 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.
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 told me many
good stories. She is always nice and affectionate with me.
When I go to my grand parents house during my
vacations, I am taken care nicely. She makes me my favourite tiffin,
sweets, snacks etc. She does not say any thing when I watch the TV
or when I browse and chat on the Internet. She allows me to wake up late
in the morning. She always smiles when I approach her for anything. She
even rubs the shampoo on my head and rubs my back with soap. She does it
because she says I don't clean myself very well during my bath.
She is old and still she does all the
important work at home. She does not make me do any 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 tells me about good old days. She tells me silly things my father, mother, sister and brother did. Those make me laugh heartily along with her. 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. When I touch her, her hands are cool. My hands are always warm. I remember her with
love and affection for ever.