My Family: My Grandmother

People often ignore the elderly. We think they are weak, only the shadow of their former self. Some people think that they only care about themselves and the weather. We judge the elderly, but we need to learn to listen to them. When my grandmother became sick, I began to understand this fact. In the last few years of her grandmother's life she was bedridden. I was worried about her and treated it like a fragile porcelain. When people see her they think they are weak, painful women, so they yell at her and talk to her as if she were a child.

In my father's house my grandmother (Olson family) is from Sweden and my grandfather is from Denmark. My stepfather 's family (Grint Set) is from Norway. Clearly there are relatives in Scandinavia but I do not know. Is it a brass musician of Olsson, Frederiksen, Grundset? Maybe you have big play relatives lost in the US!

I am very clear about the story of my family. My grandmother, light is enough to let white pass through by deciding to marry a dark person to look down on her family at the darkest end of the spectrum. My grandmother's family has a high opinion about themselves, and still people do everything as people think they are white. Our expanded relationship eliminates us. Those who decide that we are not under them will treat me differently from a pale-colored cousin. This is not one time. This is the story of almost all black families I have seen so far. There is no reason other than the brightness of the color of the skin that talked about raising the identity. Caucasians have never noticed that they have the privilege. The simple fact that the whole race privileges a group of people approaching you will give me the first hint

On Monday evening, 7th November 2016, we called a phone to my grandmother. My child called her Jiji a wonderful grandmother. The reason we called was that my son Robert did a family research project next Monday. They are very fortunate to interview with older families, as my children have grandparents still alive. My grandmother is now 97 years old, I still know her. One of my heroes experienced tremendous happiness and catastrophic losses and always believed in family, good choice and possibilities. I am keen to understand her daily life as much as Robert.