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Our school - IES Concejo de Tineo
sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2015
FAMILY STORIES
Family is the best thing in the world: the parents, the sisters, the brothers, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews... There are always good stories and anecdotes to tell...
My story is about my grandfather Manuel, whome I love very much. When he was young, Manuel and his family were poor. They didn't have any money for buying food or other needs. My grandfather had to work, and he chose a very interesting job: making soup.
He got a soup machine from an old man. The soup was made with salt, water, flour and yellow dyes. Manuel went from town to town making soup. He usually slept in neighbors' houses of the village.
My grandfather fought for what he wanted, and I think that this is the most incredible thing of his life.
Hello, I am Sofía of 2ºA Family stories My mum is from Poland but when she was 18 years, she came to Madrid, Spain with my father in october. Her ninetheen birthday was in november and she became pregnant with me. I was born on 18 August of 2002 in Madrid. My mum didn't speak spanish very good and she learned with help. Three years later, was born my brother Juan in February and we came to Tineo and we are still live here.
Hello, I am Naiara, student of 2ºB. I will tell a family’s story.
Time ago, when my mother was a child was playing with her cousin, three years older than her, in her aunt’s and mother’ s house. They were playing in the yard, near to the cemetery and at dusk they came up with the idea of going there for praying to their grandmother, my great-grandmother, when they arrived listened voices, but they didn’t see anything, they got scared and they returned running to home, as they were nervous they didn’t see a pond and my mother’s cousin fell in him. They arrived home very tired and people asked them to pass them, they answered:
-Nothing, we were playing with other children.
Days passed and time later they knew that the voices that they listened of that “ghost“ was a widow woman, always dressed in black and that all nights went to the cemetery to pray and speak with her husband . Every time that my mother and her cousin remember this story laugh.
Hello, I am Nuria García of 2ºB. The story of my family:
I am going to talk about my great grandfather Antón: He lived in Castro de Sierra a small village of Cangas del Narcea. With 21 years old he went to war in África, where he spent three years. When he returned home he was 24 years old. Later was the war in Spain, and he was 36 years old. When he was one hundred years, he came out in the newspaper. Today my great grandmother has this part of the newspaper in her room. Finally he died with 103 years old, and he lived in three centuries: IXX, XX and XXI because he was born in 1899 and he died in 2002.
I was born at home. My mum wanted to give birth at home. When my mum started un labour, they called my dad because he was working, and when they called him, he came to the house. My grandmother was very, very nervious and she started cook a cake. As soon as I was born, I scratched my face and my mum cut my nails.
“A loving hear”, my grandmother went into labor. My great-grandmother and my grandparent called the doctor, but the doctor did not belive him. My grandparent wathed to look, the doctor belived him this time. Finally my mother was born.
On the fith December of two thousand thirteen my niece was born. It was a very special day we went to Aviles to see her. She had a lot of hair and she had brown eyes. She was born at five after eleven.
My greats grandfather was involved in the civil war in Spain.War there were two opossit side , National and Republicans.My geat grandfather participate in the National side, he slept any were in the forest , in a dish etc.He was in many places of Spain :Leon, in Valencia, in Teruel,in Valencia, in Teruel, in Palencia,in Astorga, in Barcelona ... On one occasion he was shot in the arm near the elbow.He was admitted to the hospital in Valencia.When the war ended he married an fathered two childrens including my grandfather.
The interesting fact in my family is that all the men are called Jose Manuel, except me. All of my family want to called me Jose Manuel too. But my sister said: - This name is horrible, I want to call him Ismael. My mother like it name a lot.So all decided called me Ismael. Ismael is an Arabic name, the correct form is Ishmael. Bye Bye :)
Wow, those are very interesting stories, I have enjoyed them a lot and I've had a great time reading them. Thanks for sharing and well done, you're great!!! :)
Nice Blog!! And the song rocks!!
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Thank You very much!! :)
EliminarHello, I am Ana Lucía of 2ºB.
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My story is about my grandfather Manuel, whome I love very much.
When he was young, Manuel and his family were poor. They didn't have any money for buying food or other needs. My grandfather had to work, and he chose a very interesting job: making soup.
He got a soup machine from an old man. The soup was made with salt, water, flour and yellow dyes. Manuel went from town to town making soup. He usually slept in neighbors' houses of the village.
My grandfather fought for what he wanted, and I think that this is the most incredible thing of his life.
Hello, I am Noel of 2ºB.
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When I was five years old, my grandmother' s dog looked after seven cats.
Hello, I am Sofía of 2ºA
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My mum is from Poland but when she was 18 years, she came to Madrid, Spain with my father in october. Her ninetheen birthday was in november and she became pregnant with me. I was born on 18 August of 2002 in Madrid. My mum didn't speak spanish very good and she learned with help.
Three years later, was born my brother Juan in February and we came to Tineo and we are still live here.
Hello, I am Naiara, student of 2ºB.
ResponderEliminarI will tell a family’s story.
Time ago, when my mother was a child was playing with her cousin, three years older than her, in her aunt’s and mother’ s house. They were playing in the yard, near to the cemetery and at dusk they came up with the idea of going there for praying to their grandmother, my great-grandmother, when they arrived listened voices, but they didn’t see anything, they got scared and they returned running to home, as they were nervous they didn’t see a pond and my mother’s cousin fell in him. They arrived home very tired and people asked them to pass them, they answered:
-Nothing, we were playing with other children.
Days passed and time later they knew that the voices that they listened of that “ghost“ was a widow woman, always dressed in black and that all nights went to the cemetery to pray and speak with her husband . Every time that my mother and her cousin remember this story laugh.
Congratulations!!!! by your blog.
Hello, I am Nuria García of 2ºB.
ResponderEliminarThe story of my family:
I am going to talk about my great grandfather Antón:
He lived in Castro de Sierra a small village of Cangas del Narcea. With 21 years old he went to war in África, where he spent three years. When he returned home he was 24 years old. Later was the war in Spain, and he was 36 years old. When he was one hundred years, he came out in the newspaper. Today my great grandmother has this part of the newspaper in her room.
Finally he died with 103 years old, and he lived in three centuries: IXX, XX and XXI because he was born in 1899 and he died in 2002.
Hello teacheer!! I am Inés Petrikorena of 2b
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I was born at home. My mum wanted to give birth at home. When my mum started un labour, they called my dad because he was working, and when they called him, he came to the house.
My grandmother was very, very nervious and she started cook a cake.
As soon as I was born, I scratched my face and my mum cut my nails.
Hello, I am Kevin López González of 2ºA
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“A loving hear”, my grandmother went into labor. My great-grandmother and my grandparent called the doctor, but the doctor did not belive him. My grandparent wathed to look, the doctor belived him this time. Finally my mother was born.
Hello I am Marta of 2ºB
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On the fith December of two thousand thirteen my niece was born. It was a very special day we went to Aviles to see her. She had a lot of hair and she had brown eyes. She was born at five after eleven.
Hello I am Aitor of 2°A
ResponderEliminarHISTORY OF MY FAMILY
My greats grandfather was involved in the civil war in Spain.War there were two opossit side , National and Republicans.My geat grandfather participate in the National side, he slept any were in the forest , in a dish etc.He was in many places of Spain :Leon, in Valencia, in Teruel,in Valencia, in Teruel, in Palencia,in Astorga, in Barcelona ...
On one occasion he was shot in the arm near the elbow.He was admitted to the hospital in Valencia.When the war ended he married an fathered two childrens including my grandfather.
HELLO TEACHER, I'm Ismael of 1ºB:
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The interesting fact in my family is that all the men are called Jose Manuel,
except me.
All of my family want to called me Jose Manuel too. But my sister said:
- This name is horrible, I want to call him Ismael.
My mother like it name a lot.So all decided called me Ismael.
Ismael is an Arabic name, the correct form is Ishmael.
Bye Bye :)
Wow, those are very interesting stories, I have enjoyed them a lot and I've had a great time reading them. Thanks for sharing and well done, you're great!!! :)
ResponderEliminarThe blog is fantastic,pretty histories of the family and a nice vídeo ;)
ResponderEliminarI'm Daniel González of 1 A
Thank you, Daniel. I am glad you liked it!
EliminarA very good post its very beautifull
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