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Music. Flowing with passion and glory. My mother loves to sing with a passion, able to show her talent with the feeling of love in her heart. Time goes into her singing, whenever she plays a good song on a CD or listening to the radio she sings to it like no ones around. My mother, a woman with the freedom to sing. Not well known but talented in that simple subject. Every time I think of music I think of my ambitious mom.

If I had to pick any object that reminds me of my mother I would have to choose her blanket. Throughout the years the blanket has been with my mother through almost everything. It is a thin blanket, its edges torn and sewn back together more times than I can count. The blankets colors, dulled by years of washing and drying, are of white, blue, red, and now orange. In all actuality the blanket itself might as well be a quilt thanks to the fact that it has so many patches now. I personally think that she should have trashed it a long time ago but she just loves fixing it. The girls and I have tried to buy her new blankets but she always just adds them into her sleeping arrangement and stays warmer but never gets rid of the other one. Whenever I think of my mother I see her with that blanket draped around her.

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I associate crosses to my Grandma Ulewicz. I think of her when I think crosses because many of my memories I have with her are near a church (including her house), plus she always wants me to keep one near me to protect myself. She’s given me several crosses, most of which I hold near and dear. One of my favorites is a necklace, with roses bordering the cross, in a shiny silver color. Another would be a large cross, made of stone and with a quote from the bible carved into it, that stands on my dresser.

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Cookies are an object that reminds me of my mother. She loves to bake. The cookies are special to me because my mom often doesn’t have the time to bake. Cookies, warm and full of chocolate, they aren’t always there but when they are they are delicious. We have cookies at our house no more than 5 times a year. My mom makes the cookies so good, her apron on and everything. Every cookie that she makes is special in its own way. She makes all of them in a special way and puts time into everyone.

If I had to choose something that reminds me of my mother I would have to choose food. When she cooks the smell of whatever she is cooking floods the house. My mom always cooks for us. She makes the best fried chicken, crispy and delicious, as we all start eating. When we are sick she makes soup for us, her soup is fresh and warm, and it always makes me feel better. Ever since I was born, she has been cooking for me. So every time I have good food it always reminds me of my mother.

My mother has an ageing coat that is used every day, and I am not alone in associating it with her. It is old, a fading souvenir from her college days. She wears it the most out of all her coats, her back adorned with lage letters, all her other coats sitting around, and the others are in considerably better shape. She wears it because it is practical: cheap, durable and warm, and because the red letters on its back are those of her former university, and because of these things it is put to everyday use. It is warn out, its dark blue fabric fading, but that is what distinguishes it from other identical coats, it has been put to good use and it shows off the marks left behind. Since she wears it so often I have come to think of one when the other is present, it is but one of many things that remind me of my mother, and it is the most prevalent.

The one object that reminds me of my mom is my locket that she gave to me. When I was little I would always be scared to leave my mom for a while, so she gave me a locket for whenever I miss her I could just look at my locket and keep it close to my heart. The locket, shinny and in the shape of a heart, would always help me through the hard times and I was glad my mom gave it to me. The other thing that reminds me of my mother is the smell of burning leaves. My mom loves the smell of burning leaves. When she was a little girl her dad would always burn leaves and she loves the smell. Whenever my mom and I are in the car together and someone was burning leaves she would say talk about how much she loved that smell. Even though I don’t really like the smell it always makes me think of my mom, and how she loves that smell.

A blanket that I received when I was little is what reminds me of my grandma. My grandma, a comforting, gentle soul, who would do anything to make me happy. She and my grandpa were actually the one s who gave me that blanket. Every time I see the blanket, I think of her. The softness of it reminds me of her the most. She’s a gentle person, her arms hugging me when I was a child, is what rekindles my memory of the blanket. It was a knitted one, that had yellow and white stripes running down it, my favorite colors at the time. It’s cotton threads, soft to the touch. It was the big enough so that I could fit it over my queen size bed. Some threads are mangled from me using it so much. It is one of my most prized possessions, and will be for as long as I live.

If there was one thing that reminds me of my mom and her mom would be the quilt my mom got from her mom. My mom recieved a quilt from her mom when she married my dad. She made it before they where married and gave it to them when they got back from their honey moon. It is a good way to remember my grandmother even though she died before i was born.

The number 8 most reminds me of my mother. It reminds me of her because it is her favorite number, she always talks about how she randomly sees it, thinking that something is trying to tell her something, and that lots of things happened in her life that had to do with the number 8, her mom, my grandmother died at the age 88, I won states on March-8-08, and I was diagnosed with diabetes on June-18-06. Now she is obsessed with that number, especially when she sees it.

Don’t laugh. The object that most reminds me about my mom can be quite embarrassing. My mother, A HARD-WORKING WOMAN, likes to make sure I’m well taken care of and happy. When I was around the ages of four and five, I was obsessed with Barney. Yeah, I liked Barney! So my mom saw that and she went out to buy me a little stuffed Barney and I was so happy. I even slept with that thing. Don’t worry, that stopped years ago. I would cry when we got separated. But after a while Barney got demoted to my closet shelf. Every time I walk into my closet, and see that creepy thing staring back at me, I’m forced to think of my mom! Not because it’s creepy, but because she went out of her way to make me happy. Even her, WALKING INTO MY CLOSET, has to put a smile onto her face, because that stuffed animal brings back many wonderful memories.

A steaming hot cup of coffee reminds me of my mom. In the morning my mom is my coffee; she helps wake me up and gives me energy. Just like coffee, my mom is warm, comforting me when I have a bad day. Sometimes she is to hot and burns my tongue. Other times she is to strong and I want to add a little extra sugar and cream. But, all around the coffee usually tastes pretty good. The aroma of coffee also reminds me of my mom because she is always drinking it, when I smell it I think of her.

The one object that will always remind me of my mother is a book. My mother is the kind of person that always has to have a book to read. I always see her reading, quietly and contently, she reads all kinds of books. From the Twilight series to Janet Evanovich to the Harry Potter books to romance novels, she reads them all. My mother loves books so much that she has to finish the book even if she doesn’t like it, because she has to know how it ends. I like reading as well, for many reasons, but especially because you can read no matter how old you are. There are books for everyone to read, young and old, you can read your whole life. My mother growing up had seven brothers and sisters. My mother fell in love with reading when she was younger; escaping from all the noise in her house, reading has and always will help her relax.

Well when i was first born my grandma made me my blanky that i slept with every single night, i couldnt sleep without it. On time i spent the night at my cousins house and i forgot it so i had to call my dad late at night and ask him to bring it over, he did because he knew that i couldnt sleep without it. It said Breanna Lynee and the day i was born 1-19-93 in pink letters. I slept with it until i was like 6. But now it is burried somewhere in my closet. So whenever i get the chance to clean out my closet i always see that little white blanky and i think of my grandma every single time.

Athletic, smart, and funny my mother. Now one object that I would use to describe my mother would be a basketball. She loves to play basketball; she will just go outside and start shooting hoops on the basketball court in our front yard. Basketball, my mother’s favorite sport. She played while she grew up and continues now; she always tells me that she did some of her best thinking while on the basketball court. That would be the object I would use to describe my mother.

An object that reminds me of my mom is a book. When my mom isn’t working, I see her reading. Everywhere my mom goes there is a book with her. Her mother also enjoyed reading, also she enjoys reading, cause it can be relaxing. One of her favorite authors is John Grisham; she likes his stories, and his style of writing. So every time I see someone reading or a book, it reminds me of my mother and how much she enjoys reading.

If I had to choose an object that reminded me of my mother I would choose her favorite book “Knowing”. I would choose a book because she loves to read, when she isn’t taking care of my sisters and I, or running errands for the house.

My mother, a creative and caring person, loves to read. The single object that reminds me of her anytime I hear it is, “Pride and Prejudice”, a famous romance novel written by Jane Austen. It is my mother’s favorite book and therefore will always remind me of her. Many nights I have seen her reading, her eyes glaring at the pages as if nothing could distract her. By now I pretty much now what the whole book is about and all the characters just from my mom talking to me about it. The novel “Pride and Prejudice” will always remind me of my mother.

Possesions passed down from generation to the next are usually unforgetable, a memory that can not be lost. My good old father gave me his Calder cup Championship ring when I was only eight. A ring with lots of meaning, an object that will not be forgotten.This ring inspired me to play hockey and so I did. Since that moment when I recieved that ring, hockey has been a daily routine. Waking up, going to school, eating an early dinner, then going to practice to work hard. Hockey is sort of a gift from my dad, he played throughout his whole life and actually made a living out of it. He told me “If I keep working hard, I can definetly recieve a college scholarship, like he did”. “Drew, you have to much talent to waste and you have much more talent than I did, so put it to use and make good decisions”. This inspireds me to stay healthy and never give up. My father is a wonderful speaker and I still remember that conversation until this day, and always will. The ring is in a safe glass case up in my room, where I can see it everyday I wake up. The ring is like a gift from the hockey gods and it represents a big part of my dad’s life and my life so far.

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No matter how mad or uncomfortable I am, I can always go to my bed for comfort, thick covers wrapped around me relaxes me every time. My bed reminds me of my Mom because I can go to her also whenever I’m mad or stressed out. She always knows the right thing to say to make me feel better. My bed, a twin size mattress with basketball designed sheets and cover, has never let me down when I needed to relax. Just as my Mom has never let me down when I’m stressed out and needing someone to talk to.

Something that reminds me of my mom, and something that i can rememeber her always doing is watching poiltics. Everytime i see her she is either watching the news or on the internet seeing what is happening with the politics. She will argue somebody down, she always thinks that she is right about it, and half of the time she is right about it.

This certain object that reminds me of my mother is a ring that she always wears. It’s not her wedding ring it’s a birthstone ring that has all the birthstones of all her children on it. The birthstone ring, as my family and I call it, has a beautiful gold band that has roses engraved on it and those roses lead to the birthstones that shine brighter every time I see it. My mother has seven children (two are by marriage) so she has seven birthstones on her ring each with its own individual color and sparkle. The stones are shaped in a heart and crowd each other almost making a rainbow on my mother’s hand. When I think of my mother I think of the birthstone ring because she rarely ever takes it off. Sometimes when I see here waving at me ,arms outstretched and caressing the air, her ring dazzles me from a distance.

When I picture my mother, I picture her in her chair, the titanic. It’s known as that because it’s this long, big, soft, cushiony, cream color chair. It has pillows all around, which form to your body and it even has the scent of my mother’s gardenia perfume. The reason why I picture this object when I think of my mother is because it’s where my mother would take care of me when I was sick. Or when we would stay up late and watch movies. That chair has a lot of memories from when I was just a little rug rat and to this day.

A certain object that reminds me of my mother would have to be seeing a certain someone with a great personality. Loving, caring, and extremely funny. I can talk to my mother about anything. She always listens and always helps me out whenever I have a problem. She is one of the most caring mothers a person could have.

An object that reminds me of my mother is the number 4. The number 4 reminds me of my mother, that was always her favorite number and then I started liking the number 4 and I said I liked it first but actually I started liking that number because of her.

A cake reminds me of my mother, because she loves making them. She puts all her work into them, and expresses herself through them. The different cakes she makes express how she feels at that point in time. She makes big cakes, small cakes, chocolate, vanilla, all express her emotions.

The first book I read cover to cover reminds me of my mother. Why? My mother loves to read and every time I see that book it reminds of her. Almost any book I see I think about my mom and how she’s always reading to better herself as a person. That gives me the energy to strive for success as a person also.

An object that reminds me of my mother is pretty simple, it is her geneology records of our family history. She has cradeled a lot of time into it. She has given a large amount of time in it and I have tried to help. The way it reminds me a lot about my mother is because of the amount of time that we poured into it.

An object that reminds me of my mother would have to be this stuffed Panda Bear that her and my father got for me the day I was born. Growing up, I always slept with it. I never let it leave my side, cause having it with me made me feel like my mother and father will always be there for me.. I still have it upstairs in my room and I look at it everyday before school.

An object that reminds me of my mother is her hoodie that she always wears because its so cold downstairs.Whenever you see my mom downstair she has her hoodie on and her blanket.Her hoodie is gray with red writting on the front of it.You will never see my mom without it when she is downstairs.This object reminds me of her because of how often she wears it.

The one thing that reminds me of my mother the most is work out equipment. My mom’s treadmill, a horrible spinning machine, that she runs on every morning horrifies me. She works out so hard every day to stay in shape and to keep herself happy. When she runs on her treadmill every morning she holders her hands in the same place on the cushion this has lead to it being worn and torn. Every morning my mom, her hands in the same place, works her hardest. That is why the treadmill is the one thing that reminds me of my mom.

An object that reminds me of my mom is the plaque she recieved from work for outstanding achivement. My mother, the hard working woman she is, is a probation officer at the 48th district court. She’s been there for 10 years. I actually have it on my wall for motivation because it shows me what hard work can do for you. Thats why it reminds me of my mom.

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The object most like my mom is a stuffed animal. Why did choose a stuffed animal? I choose a stuffed animal because everybody loves and wants to hug and snuggle it. My mom would be a big brown stuffed bear, with a pink shirt on it saying “hug me”, while holding candy in her hand. All the little kids say they want to hug her and say she is like a big stuffed bear. She loves hugging and snuggling people and making them feel better. All her friends want her babysit their child she is loving and sweet just like a stuffed animal.

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The object that most reminds me of my mom would be my cheerleading uniform. My uniform most reminds me of my mom because she has always supported me in what ever I do, and being a cheerleader means being there to support your team and support people. When I put on my cheer uniform, I feel like I become closer to my mom. I feel like my uniform unites us not just as mother and daughter, but as a cheer team. Even though my mom coaches J.V. cheer and I am on Varsity, I still come and help out at her practices every night of the week, exhausted and full of homework, I still show up. It’s not about being a separate team, J.V. vs. Varsity, is about the one cheer team that supports the school. Having my mom there for me and always pushing me to do better in cheer and better in life has really been a great influence. So when ever I wear or I look at or even touch my cheerleading uniform, I think of my mom.

The one object that reminds me of my mom is my locket that she gave to me. When I was little I would always be scared to leave my mom for a while, so she gave me a locket for whenever I miss her. I could just look at my locket and keep it close to my heart. The locket, shinny and in the shape of a heart, would always help me through the hard times, I was glad my mom gave it to me. The other thing that reminds me of my mother is the smell of burning leaves. My mom loves the smell of burning leaves. When she was a little girl her dad would always burn leaves and she loves the smell. Whenever my mom and I are in the car together and someone was burning leaves she would talk about how much she loved that smell. Even though I don’t really like the smell it always makes me think of my mom, and how she loves that smell.

The object that reminds me of my mom, is Apple Juice, because when I was little I would always wake up and ask my mom for Apple Juice because it was my favorite thing to drink, where she would always wake every mourning to get it for me, and every time I woke up I knew my mom was always there to get me some Apple Juice. And ever since then I have always looked at Apple Juice as a reminder of the past, her getting the Apple Juice, of those good times waking up to her.

The object that my mom was given that reminds her of her mom is a gold bracelet. Her mom gave one of these to each of her daughters. This was very special to them because these were their mom’s favorite bracelets. This also reminds me of how much moy mom loved her mom because she keeps it locked up ina padded box that is placed in a fire proof safe. It shows me that it doesnt matter what the physical value of a product is, there is somethings that are just priceless.

The peace symbol reminds me of my mother. I remember how I would sometimes laugh and make fun of someone because of what they’re doing and she’d always say, “Hey don’t say that they could’ve just gotten out of an accident or she’d say it’s not their fault” That always made me titter, but also made me stop and think. She’s someone who always want serenity towards anything bad. And that’s always had an impact on how I see things.

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In my opinion, I believe that is was okay that Janie Mae Crawford killed Tea Cake[spelling?]. It was okay because of the fact he would have killed Janie Mae Crawford if she didn’t defend herself. She could have handled it a bit differently, but with the situation she was confronted with it was in her best interest. This makes her self-defense alright.

There are many objects in my household that could represent my mother. However, the item i believe can best describe my mother is our cooking pot. I chose this item because, like my mother, our pot is always working and never stops when we need it the most. It has been worn down over the years, but remains strong in its times of need. However, its handle may need a little repairing to it since it is dangling on its hinges, ready to fall off and its color is fading to a darker copper color than it use to be. But like the hard working woman in my life, my mother, the pot can be fixed and ready for the next task. My mother, her eyes drooping from exhaustion, still stands tall when she has done so much and there is still more to be done. I thank her for that and for her continuous love for me and all of my siblings.

Our family computer, an object that I look at and the first thing that comes to mind is my mother. When I look at our computer I always think of my mother working, she is constantly working. Ever since I could remember my mom has always spent a lot of time on the computer, being little watching her late at night, coffee in hand, and her eyes blood shot red, working on the computer. The computer always reminds me of my mother basically because she’s always using it, the computer a black Dell desktop computer, seems to be her best friend, they have been through it all together, the power outages, and the system crashes. This computer that we have will always be an object that will make me think of my mother.

When I look around the house, I notice a lot of things that remind me of my stepmom. She is like a number of things, an alarm- always keeping me alert. A light- always brightening or darkening my day. And even a vacuum- always cleaning messes. And like all of these objects she wastes light energy. There are a lot of things around the house that remind me of my stepmom

When I look around the house, I notice a lot of things that remind me of my mom. She is like a number of things, an alarm- always keeping me alert. A light- always brightening or darkening my day. And even a vacuum- always cleaning messes. And like all of these objects she wastes light energy. There are a lot of things around the house that remind me of my mom

One thing that reminds me of my mother is her music. Filled with passion, glory, and, sometimes, annoyance. When ever I envision my mother, I see her trying to rock to Slayer, or attempting to sing along with some annoying country bull crap. See, she can’t sing worth crap so it kind of funny, yet that’s what I’ll always remember her by when that time comes. But for now I’ll sit and listen to her while I can. Life’s to short. Enjoy it while you can.

The main thing that remineds me of my mother is art, when ever I see art I wouner if my mother could have been that good, and I think see could have been really good. The unfortunet thing is that she had to give it up and get a job to help pervid for the family. When she ever free handed it always looked as if she traced it or printed it off the internet. When ever I see blankets I think of my grandma and how good at qroshaing she is. My grandma is one of the only few people I know that can qrosha. My grandma even made me a blanket for when I was a baby, with the uray of colors it looks amazing!

One thing that reminds me of my mom is that she is always doing something for me. In the morning always waking me up, always making sure i get to practice on time. My mother is always on top of things making sure the house is clean when company comes over, making dinner, doing laundry. It’s just always something she does it benefits me. That’s what reminds me of my mom.

If I had to pick one object that reminds me of my mom it would be her camera because she is always taking pictures. I pick this because she is always using the camera to express how she saw our family at that moment.

An object that remind me of my mother is the kitchen because She always feed me, she keep me healthy every day. I pick this because she knows that she could own her own resturant.

An object of mine that reminds me of my mother is my dog stuffed animal named coconut. My mother gave me coconut when I was six. I would say coconut reminds me of her because of the day she gave it to me. It was a nice and calm day, my grandma had had my sisters for the day but I got my alone time with my mom. My mom and I went out shopping and I remember seeing him in the store window. He was just sitting there all alone in the window. He had his burgundy tie on and nothing other than that. My mother had seen the way I looked at him and knew that it would make me happy. She did not buy it right then but after shopping we had gone home and my mom had asked my grandma if she would watch us a little while longer so she could go out. It turns out that she went back to the mall and got me my stuffed animal dog. I have had this dog ever since then and he is with me through all my happy and sad days. Someday i hope to do this with my children.

The object I would pick to best represent my mother would have to be her make-up. Whenever she goes out to her weird parties she puts on all her show make-up. She looks so silly, and it just makes me happy to see that she has something that makes her feel good about herself. She wears her make up when she goes to shows like rocky horror picture show, and theater bizzar. I love to watch her put on her crazy looking make-up. It just reminds me all the time of all the fun that she can have and how much fun we can have together.

An object that reminds me of my mom is a bottle of milk. My mom drinks milk with anything she drinks it in the morning, evening, and at night. It is ridicilous how much my mom drinks milk. One time my mom got in a accicdent and the only reason she recovered so fast the doctor told her it was because of her drinking so much milk.

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