Relating To The Story Medicine Bag

I spent a good part of my childhood visiting my grandfather in the hospital. Those will be the best and worst memories of my childhood. I loved going to visit my grandfather but I also hated it. I loved going to the hospital because I loved seeing the doctors and nurses in action. I loved seeing how they handled their patients and I looked up to them because of how they took care of my grandfather. But I also hated going to the hospital because that’s where you would see so many people spending their last few days or hours with their families and that just made me have a mournful feeling deep down in my chest. I have always looked up to my grandfather. I was his right hand man or in this case his “right hand granddaughter.” He was my best friend, my hero and a second father figure growing up because even though he was battling cancer he still was the

Losing a grandparent at the age of 11 and younger was hard enough but losing one at the age of thirty-five hurt just as much. My grandmother is still living, I wasn't as close to them as I was to my other grandparents but there was still a relationship that was built throughout my lifetime. I had the chance to visit my grandfather while he was in the hospital. Regretfully when I went to see him he was too ill to have a conversation with, but my grandmother reassured me that it was ok because he knew I was there. My grandfather was cremated, this was the first time I attended a funeral where I saw a box of ashes holding someone who I loved. His funeral consisted our close family members and my grandfather's remains were placed in a mausoleum. His death affected all of us in one way or another, this was the first time I saw my dad cry. It makes me sad that he is no longer with us but glad he is no longer

The Apache Indian tribe was originally called nde, or ndee-meaning “The People”. The writing is based around the Lakota story “The Medicine Bag”, and “Apache girl’s rite of passage”. In the story “The Medicine Bag” The main character is named Martin, he is embarrassed about his great grandpa. When he comes to their house to give him something that will lead him on his path of life and keep him safe, he then has a different feeling towards his grandpa. In the video “Apache Girl,” Dachina’s mother is giving her a ceremony that is one of the apache’s most important and sacred traditions, and this is going to help her on the path of womanhood. My analysis of the text and video reveal that there are many similarities and differences between these two main ideas, in addition to the advantages and disadvantages of how they were presented in the text versus the video.

Martin is an average teen that lives with his parents and his younger sister Cheryl when his life is interrupted when his Lakota Grandpa comes to visit. Grandpa tells the story of his culture and life as an Indian, but Martin was afraid that his grandfather might not live up to the expectations he implemented into the minds of his friends. Sadly his grandfather was sick and tired, so he gave Martin the medicine bag as a passing gift to remember his family’s culture. In the end, Martin visited the Iowa sanctuary as a way to commemorate his grandfather and the medicine bag. The hardships of judging your family, culture and those around you are difficult to do unless experience, the description, and events experience by Martin explain these events and the meaning of the discovery changed him for the better. In the story, “The Medicine Bag”, the remarkable events during Grandpa’s visit enlightened Martin of the importance of family culture and the acceptance of others.

In the book Ordinary People by Judith Guest the person I relate with most is going to be Conrad Jarrett. Conrad is the son of Calvin and Beth. In the story Conrad was in a boating accident with his brother which caused his brother’s death and Conrad blamed himself for his death. Then Conrad a year later tried to commit suicide and it forced him to have to spend time in a hospital to get better. When Conrad gets out he still feels little purpose in life and no motivation. He starts to see Dr. Berger to help him recover from everything he has been through. My relation with his problems isn’t exactly the same but I can relate in a way. My stepdad had a car accident and the car accident caused his death. Me and my family were devastated when we found out. It can really change a lot when a family member dies.

Once I lived in Maumelle. When we moved there my Mom said, “ This is going to be the place where we spend the rest of your childhood.” Me (Lilly Hartman) and my brother (Wilson Hartman) was excited to spend it here in Maumelle. It was a wonderful place. We lived in a one story house and with a dog named Katie and a Cat named Sassy, and for some time a fish named Benson. Our house was one on the corner of the street so we had the biggest yard on the street. It was Absolutely Wonderful.

The one memory thing really stands out to me after my great grandpa dying, was my appetite. I remember not wanting to eat, and I’m usually always hungry. We ordered delicious pizza from Pizza Shoppe the day after Thanksgiving, and remember my great grandpa died the Wednesday before the face stuffing holiday. However, I didn’t want the pizza, there were too many butterflies in my stomach that I couldn’t fit anymore stuff in my stomach, so I didn’t eat the pizza.

When I was four years old we moved to Oskaloosa, Iowa. It was a small town of 15,000 people and became my home for the next 5 years. My favorite memories from Iowa are fishing with my father and competing in local fishing tournaments. It was a hobby we both loved. We would wake up bright and early nearly every weekend and spend all day on the lake. Growing up in Oskaloosa also had its disadvantages. My father was the chief psychiatrist at the local hospital and was well known for his work in the area. Unfortunately, his patient population grew

In the two short stories “The Medicine Bag”  written by Virginia Driving Hawk Sneve and “Who are you Today Maria” written by Judith Ortiz Cofer, the two characters have plenty of similarities and differences. In “The Medicine Bag”, a boy named Martin indulges in his Native American culture and grows closers to his Grandfather. Before even receiving the precious Medicine Bag, Martin feels self conscious with his heritage but then learns to somewhat embrace it. In “Who are you Today Maria” a girl goes through a closet and assembles an outfit that embodies her family. Maria’s teacher gives her classmates a decision to dress as a poem or a joke; and she chose to dress as a poem. Both stories have a manifold of similarities and differences involving  relationships with grandparents, attitudes towards culture, and how the character’s environment affects their sentiment.

While standing in the laundry room, I watched my mother pace back and forth from the living room to the kitchen in a panic, waiting for a phone call which she knew may never come. Mom bolts to her bedroom to look in the hiding spot where all of the lethal medications my father was taking were hidden. The Medications powerful enough, if I took even one, my heart would stop within an hour. Mother and I knew exactly what he was going to try to do. He was going to try to kill himself.

I was six years when my grandfather died. He was very close to me and whenever I go missing my mother new where to look for me. His health stated deteriorating and he was rushed to hospital and died the following day. Death had taken away a close friend who would tell us stories as we sat at his feet. I did not get to see his body but I still remember him being lowered to the grave near our house.

I recall sitting in the passenger seat of my father’s red chevy truck, listening to old rock music while he worked under the hood. As a five year old, watching my dad playing with all these shiny, metal objects, and having me hand him tools every now and then, was very enjoyable. When he went to prison, my grandmother did her best to keep my younger brother and I in contact with our father. Letters, phone calls, those kept us going. When he got pancreatic cancer and the doctors told us he had no chance of living, those phone calls and letters were no longer enough. At the time I was living with my aunt Wendy, she was under thirty and I lived with her from age seven to ten. My aunt passed away in 2008, that was the most trauma I had ever experienced. A year later, cancer took my father’s life.

I was walking home down an old dirt road I’d never been down before, after my truck broke down, that's when I started to hear panting and the sound of small foot steps getting closer and closer. I started to walk a little faster since I wasn't looking for any trouble, the next thing I knew I was being grabbed from every direction and a bag was put over my head. Then I was picked up and I could feel what seemed like hundreds of small hands pressing on my back as I was passed down until I was loaded into some sort of wagon or buggy. I held at guard by only two of them as we slowly trotted down the road, I never heard any hoofs on the gravel so I assumed the other tiny handed bandits were pulling the wagon. I started to think about everything that had happened to me so far and it all started coming together, the small

I’ve had many family members of mine pass away, but the one death that I am going to share is the one with my grandfather, Daniel DelCasale, on my dad’s side of the family. It wasn’t the first death of a relative of mine, but it was the first death that had an effect on me and that I remember having a reaction to. Both of my grandmothers passed away by the time I was six years old. I didn’t go to my grandmother’s funeral on my mom’s side because I was only five years old. I did, though, go to my Nana’s funeral, but I don’t remember going or anything for some reason.

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter