My History Project

Every once in a while I always ask myself certain questions. But one that keeps recurring is, do i really know that much about my parents? It took a history project to get me to recently ask myself this question. I was supposed to interview a relative that grew up in a different period of time. I thought about interviewing my grandfather. He has so many different stories from growing up in Mexico, but then I would need my dad to help me translate some of his words because he is fluent in Spanish and speaks only some English. Since that idea would not work that well, I thought about interviewing my dad. He has a couple of good life experiences to share and he enjoyed listening to most of the music that I like. The only major problem with this, is that my dad was going away to Denver, Colorado for a business meeting. My mom recommended that I should interview our neighbor Jewel. That was when I found the perfect person to interview staring me right in the face, my mom.

She is only one generation before me, but this was the time where great advancements in technology took place. My mom would probably be the best adult that could expose me to the life from a few years back. I asked her if I could interview her for my project, and sure enough she let me. It was a very casual interview. We sat down. She was reading the paper when I asked her a couple of questions. And all of a sudden I was done. In the twenty-five to thirty minutes that I interviewed my mom, I learned a few things that I had never known about her before. I found out that the first place she lived in America was Oahu, Hawaii. She also told me that her family lived right across the street from the hospital her mother worked at. I thought that this was pretty cool because after her father and brothers had surgeries, they would just walk it home. Learning about this new information has surely impacted the way I use to depict the kind of person my mom as.