Grandfather Creative Writings Samples For Students

While visiting the sweatshop in Accra, which belong to one of his business partners, Ghana President’s nephew saw Imoida as she was minding her business sewing buttons for masculine jackets. As he glanced the beautiful sewing girl, the President’s nephew, Oroonoko, was blurred. He starred at her as if he was asking himself “how did the Queen of the Night end up working in a sweatshop?” He asked his friend who owned the sweatshop for a personal favor, requiring choosing a girl from his employees, pretending that he needed a new maid for his Accra residence, where he lived with his ...

Among the things I carry, include two Cartier love bangles, one that was given to me by my paternal grandmother, and the other one by my paternal grandfather. I carry them always in my wrist.
The things I carry are the passion and love for the Cartier bangles attached to the sentiments I have for my grandparents. I love my two beautiful small new round white and rose golden bangles. My grandparents are just like my parents; they have been taking care of my sister and me since we were born, but we do not live with them. ...

Despite the intergenerational gap, my relationship with my grandmother has been both meaningful and powerful. I guess there was some “good fit” or correct “prescription” that enabled us to build a strong relationship. Even though my grandfather has been equally friendly and loving, my grandmother has always shared in more activities with me, and perhaps that is why I consider her my “closest” grandparent. Perhaps it is because we are both women, considering my elder brothers and even my dad are often out and about with my grandfather. Despite the fact that I have been playing the role of a romantic partner ...

Has anyone ever noticed a lot of people around that don’t really register on the radar? They aren’t invisible, not exactly. But on the other hand they are more like ghosts than the real people in the city. When real people are rushing around to work sometimes there are flickers in and out of the crowds on the sidewalk. Or grayish shadows moving along the edges of the building even on a sunny day. Since there is no such thing as ghosts they must be people. Right? Probably people who are like that can do a lot of things real ...

Since I was young, I always knew I would pursue a career where I would help people. I was not sure what that career would be for a long time. When I was 16, my grandfather had a stroke and had to stay in a rehabilitation centre for a while. I did not know of Occupational therapy until that day. When visiting him in the rehabilitation centre, I saw the professionals working to rehabilitate him. I initially thought physical therapy would accommodate my career goals until I witnessed the occupational therapist helping my grandfather. I remember her working with ...

“Ah, Mr. Rossi, you are here. Please, sit on that chair… yes, that one right next to the stove,” the photographer addressed young Massimiliano Rossi, who had undertaken special grooming procedures early this morning in the little room he was renting, above a sultry dry-cleaning store, owned by an immigrant, just like himself. Recognizing in each other the destitute position of an alien in a no man’s land, they silently offered each other the hand of friendship through little adumbrations of good will: lower rent, free dry-cleaning, sharing of food.
That morning, Massimiliano’s tawny, chestnut eyes were looking ...

My name is Archibald Jones. Throughout my lifetime I lived through a ton of advancements in industrial production. I’ve ever heard some people call it a revolution – an industrial revolution. I’m not sure I’d go that far, but from when I first moved into my farm and to where I am today, I can tell you, things have changed a ton.
I never got along that well with my father, so when I got word that my grandfather had passed away and that I’d be able to take over his plot of land out in ...

Marissa opened her eyes to darkness, not needing an alarm clock to know it was time to get out of bed. The wind whistled in the windows, and she shivered as she sat up and wrapped an old terrycloth robe around herself. Her two younger brothers slept in a bunk bed, and she gently shook their shoulders to rouse them. Already, she could hear the clattering of dishes and silverware downstairs; mother was always awake before everyone else, making sure breakfast was ready for the entire family.
Four o’clock in the morning was time to hurry because the ...