My partner is Cathryn Cusano, she has lived in Easton, Pennsylvania throughout her entire life. Cathryn has a love for softball and has played ever since she was a little girl. During Cathryn’s senior year of high school she had multiple offers to play softball for elite colleges in the area. She started out having an amazing season, the team was also thriving which eventually resulted in them making it to the playoffs. It was the first round of playoffs and Cathryn was on first base, one of her teammates was up to bat.
She was a great mother, grandmother and friend. She also had a keen sense of
She loved to write poems about anything she was
Her ability to listen as her family
She taught her how to appreciate what she had, and how to get a job done.
She never graduated from the third grade. Yet she's managed to travel the world, raising 6 kids and 10 grand kids and many great-grand children. Not to mention she could make the best banana pudding. I've known my sweet granny all my life. She was a nurturing soul.
It 's Izabella Katz. My mother bought me a beautiful diary as gift for my my 18th birthday almost two years ago and this is my fist time using it. It 's new year thanks to God and I 've never kept a diary before but with all of the events that have happened to me and everything currently occurring, I knew I couldn 't forget anything and if anyone else found this book, I wanted them to hear my story. I 'm just an average 19 year old girl who loves writing and literature and has had a lot of things happen to me in these past crazy decade.
She was a kid that was full of life and very adventurous in her own way, never hurting anyone and had a lot of friends to play with. A kid that loved big stuffed animals and going to school every day now cannot even say good morning Daddy, Grandma
I am Mica Herrin, a struggling college student from a provincial town in the middle of nowhere with a bank account that is composed mostly of some change I found in the fountain, but my lineage is a story that consists of much more. My family is vibrant and diverse, spanning across most of the west coast, the mid west, the south of the United States, as well as into northern Europe. We are a ragtag collection of farmers, intellectuals, artists, and creepy uncles all with our own unique tales of travel, wonder, and woe. My personal story begins in the Mobile Infirmary in Mobile, Alabama on July ninth, 1996. As the second child of Kevin and Darla Herrin, I spent the first three years of life in Mobile, Alabama before continuing my life journey to Dallas, Texas.
She spent extended periods of time with her beloved great-grandchildren, teaching them all manners of hobbies and crafts. (Heifner) Although she was often ill and had several medical issues in her later years, she insisted on carrying out family traditions, such as the giving of quilts and crocheted blankets to expecting family members. (Heifner) When she passed on, she was remembered by her family as kind, caring, and fair. (Heifner)
I am Cassidy Briann Norton. We’ll be talking about me today. My first name means clever and intelligent. It also means curly hair. My name kinda represents me because I am intelligent and I do have naturally curly hair.
Your name is who you are; it’s the essence of your being. You and your name will go through thick and thin, young and old, and life and death together. You two are forever inseparable, like brother and sister, white on rice, or a fat boy and triple chocolate cake. My name happens to be Mykel. To many people I encounter in life, phonetically pronounce my name as “Michael,” “Mukal,” or even “Mah-Kawyll” by my Southern eleventh grade AP English teacher, Ms. Clawson, who always butchered my name with different pronunciations for the first two months of the quarter, and somehow managed to make it sound similar to an imitation crow call by an amateur bird caller.
Loving,caring,unselfish and hardworking are only a few of the many powerful words I can use to describe my mentor, Joyce M. I know some people might have experienced what she has been through but nobody is standing as tall as she is today. As we all grow up and age we change mentally and physically. At this point in life I was only about 7 years old. Tall and skinny about 4’5 average with dirty brown hair and dark brown eyes, I was an Emotional but strong minded normal elementary school girl.
She is kind to all the people she comes across, and rarely goes against other people’s expectations
“Hawk, hurry your butt up! Mom’s making strawberry desserts! And I want to help before you eat all the berries.” Thunder yelled. She was a young girl of the age of eight, with midnight black hair and blood red eyes.
