Descriptive Essay About Grandfather

  The  screaming and angry comments are made from a personal state of mind. Parents do and go through more than what most teens could imagine. My grandfather was one. My grandfather, Jesse was a strong, emotionally and physically. Apart from all the laughs and smiles, he is one of the most adventurous men  Ive ever met. To be realistic, no one's life is perfect with only happiness. In his early years, life was pretty rough for him growing up. His life consisted of hard work. He was only human to manage through such horrible events he had to go through. Such adventures formed my grandpa into the strong man he was.

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

American society is a complex and growing muscle, one that changes every couple of years, if one looks at society as a whole the only potential way of understanding society is by observing characteristics of an individual’s biography and history. My grandfather, Edwin Richard Constant was brought into American society being born in the District of Columbia, in 1943. At the time of his birth, World War II had just ended and my grandfather had moved back into the NY area where he was brought up in his grandfather’s house on the east side of Brooklyn along with his mother, father, and brother. Having little memory of his surrounding environment, my grandfather had little to say about growing up in Brooklyn. Though a critical aspect of his childhood which would later affect him in sever ways was being plagued by the lost of his brother. Towards the end of World War II, his oldest brother who served as a U.S Navy Medical Corpsman, was killed on the island of Okinawa while being assigned to a fleet of Marine forces. Unlike today’s society much of society at that time held strong ties to the catholic or Christian religion which resulted in my grandfather being raised religious. Every Sunday, my grandfather was brought to the local Episcopal Church trinity in Brooklyn resulting in the development of having an interest in the church’s sense of community later becoming an acolyte, singing for the church as a choir boy. At the time, my grandfather’s prominence in the religious

My Grandpa’s fiance has to be one of the coolest and unique people that I have ever met.

I am most content when I am at my grandparent’s house. It is the most relaxing place in the world. Right as I walk in the door, the smell of either fresh baked cookies or hot blueberry pancakes with maple syrup make you feel welcomed right as you walk in the door. But that is just the great smell, they taste even better. My grandma’s cookies are always good but are best right out of the oven. The soft heated cookie with melted chocolate chips just melts in your mouth. And my grandpa's mouthwatering steaming blueberry pancakes can make anybody feel great and ready for their day. One of my favorite thing to do is watch sports with grandpa. It isn't much but it relaxes me. Another great memory is Easter. Every Easter

Decemeber 25th, 2016: A day filled with overly excited children and stressed out parents who are preparing for the events to come that day. After eagerly ripping through tons of wrapping paper that early morning, my family and I started our journey to the little town of Sobieski. The town may be extremely small and only have a population of less than two hundred people, but it is one of the most significant cities in my life. We soon arrived at my second home, my grandparent’s house, in the next half an hour.

As I walked through the door of the funeral home, the floral arrangements blurred into a sea of vivid colors. Wiping away my tears, I headed over to the collage of photographs of my grandfather. His smile seemed to transcend the image on the pictures, and for a moment, I could almost hear his laughter and see his eyes dancing as they tended to do when he told one of his famous jokes. My eyes scanned the old photographs, searching for myself amidst the images. They came to rest on a photo of Grandpa holding me in his lap when I was probably no more than four years old. The flowers surrounding me once again blended into an array of hues as I let my mind wander……

“You don’t have to be rich to be generous” ~unknown. That the same with my grandpa, he is not rich or poor but he is generous. My grandpa also is the definition of caring. According to google the definition of caring means displaying kindness and concern for others. Every day my grandpa shows generosity to everyone.

The crunch of frozen grass could be heard a mile away at five o’clock in the morning. My grandpa and I whispered conversation as we strolled over to our favorite deer blind. We cautiously marched over sticks trying hard not to make any sounds. We eventually made it without spooking any deer and set our guns down, waiting for sunrise. These are the times I enjoy the most with my grandpa. It is a chance to sit back and enjoy life with one of my favorite people on this planet. Time goes slower in these moments. It gives us a chance to share conversation about anything. We swap stories from the past and I always seem to learn something new from my grandpa. Whether it be from advice he gives me or from an experience long ago, I’m always listening. Although our experiences may be different we still love to enjoy the same hobbies together, whether it’s woodworking, hunting, or time out on the lake; sharing life with my grandpa is priceless.

Staring out the window at the black cat crossing the street, I look back at that calm November morning that I lost my grandfather. As I rode my bike to school, I felt a slight breeze tugging me off track. As I glanced around my surroundings, I see a black cat, who scurried in front of my bike. I continued down the path without knowing what would occur the following days. After one life ended, this one changed forever. My life went on a ride of emotions through family events, sports outings, and our family business.

I think the person who has had the most profound effect on my life besides my parents is my grandfather. I never realized before how much of an effect he had on my interests and goals for the future. Years ago, he used to tell me stories about historical events and experiences he had fighting in Vietnam and my great grandfather fighting in World War 2. His vivid descriptions always made it so interesting and, in some cases, more light-hearted than what actually happened. To this day he still has more stories to tell me, and never fails to captivate my interest. In doing this, he opened my eyes to my biggest interest, history, and encouraged me to pursue this interest throughout school. I feel like it would help to give a short summary of his life and how it affected me.

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.

At the age of six, most kids go to Disneyland; I, on the other hand, was about to cross the border. I am one of the millions who had to go through this situation. The month of August was about to end, but in my life, a whole new journey was about to begin. It was 2004 I was with my grandpa he hugs me while we are talking I felt his love towards me in his big warm hands that were wrapped around my shoulder, home is where I was. Little did I know that I won’t be seeing my Abuelo and Abuela for the next 13 years. They hugged me one last time and my grandpa gave me this necklace: brown, yarn and handmade. He says “Mija, no te quites este collar para nada, Nosotros Siempre Vamos estar con tigo, en las buenas y en las malas.” (Honey, do not

We hopped on the plane at MSY and smiles were from ear to ear. My father, sister, and I were so excited to finally be flying to Denver to visit our family. Ever since I was little, I have loved airplanes. There is something about having two to three hours to myself being able to do whatever I wanted. I also loved being served my favorite beverage, Ginger Ale, and the best salty snack duo- peanuts and pretzels. For all my eighteen years of life, I have flown on planes almost every year. The majority of the flights have been spent flying mid-west to Denver to visit my paternal grandparents that live with my aunt, uncle, and two cousins. It became a family tradition to go there every year because sadly as we all know, grandparents seem to

My grandfather was a disorganized workaholic, a good listener, and a brave man. He was, according to one of his students, “… the Indiana Jones of linguistics.” I love that man because of what I have learned about him. I knew my grandfather when he was sick, but like many Parkinson’s patients, he had been changed by his illness, so when I knew him, he seemed more like a moving body than a person. When I was born, his sense of direction had already left, his muscles had already started to stiffen, and his coping abilities had eroded considerably.