Descriptive Essay On My Grandfather

When thinking about my nephew, I always believed I knew everything about him, but speaking to him about his high school and college life I realized there was more to him than I thought at first. Kyle Hawkins, always had the look of someone who would strive as a professor hence his family nickname the professor. From reading to the encyclopedia and the dictionary like any other normal book ,cover to cover, to playing super smash brothers tournaments with the family he's all around a great person. But more into his life in school Kyle was always homeschooled until attending high school at Jay saying “It was quite a change in pace, as I wasn't used to the public school system at first.” Going further into the first year he mentioned “ I slowly adapted and learned how to carve out my own place in the hierarchy though and crafted my identity.” He went on to say that academically it didn't seem too hard and building his confidence until he was in harder classes.

My grandpa was one of the most caring and understanding men that I have ever known. He always found a way to make us happy, whether he was dressing- up as Santa Claus, on Christmas Eve, or building us tree houses. His death greatly affected both my grandma and I.

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

According to Heracutus, “Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.” All this quote is really saying is there is always that one person that leads and guides the rest to victory and this would be the best way to describe my grandfather. My grandfather, Odell Blakely, lived an extraordinary life from 1929 to 2010. I always looked at him like the leader of the pack, he never lead me wrong. He was the strongest and the most courageous man, he truly was the one true solider in my life. I could always count on him to keep me on a straight path. During some of these events such as The Great Depression and The Cold War he was a younger child but he still had struggles and hardships like everyone else.

My grandfather’s name was Charles Asa Davis, Jr. He was the son of Charles A. Davis Sr and Lois Lee Loggins Davis. My grandfather grew up in Bradenton, Florida which is about forty-five minutes south of Tampa, Florida. He came from an extensive line of fishermen and was a hard worker by all accounts. As a young man, he learned the art of plastering to better support his family. When building was slow, he would then go on commercial fishing trips for more income. My grandfather which we called him “Papa” was an honest, good, and tough man.

My grandmother moved about as much as her husband did. Eyes glazed over, locked onto closed lids.

Richard Puz once said “Death leaves a memory no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” I don’t remember every moment with him but he was someone who I looked up to, someone who told me stories, someone who watched over me and someone who loved me. He was my grandfather.

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.

The first time I met him it was a hot, humid day in September with the sun blazing down on all four of us. My sister’s face was beaming proudly as she finally introduced us to her new boyfriend as he stepped around the front of his maroon truck. We stood in the large parking lot next to the quarter mile, two story school that Lianna and I went to. He was tall, a bit lanky but also muscular. My first impression doesn’t give him much credit to the man he is today, but he gave a firm handshake and pretended not to notice when Lianna and I gave McKenna looks of approval, which just added to the reasons to shoot McKenna more looks making her blush.

The first time I met him it was a hot humid day with the sun blazing down on all four of us in late september. My sister’s face was beaming proudly as she finally introduced us to her new boyfriend as he stepped around the front of his maroon truck. It was just the four of us in the large parking lot next to the quarter mile two story school that lianna and I went to. He was tall, a bit lanky but also muscular. My first impression doesn’t give him much credit to the man he is today but he gave a firm handshake and pretended not to notice when Lianna and I gave McKenna looks of approval which just added to the reasons to shoot McKenna looks of approval making her blush.

When I think of my Papa many things come to mind, but one of the most important is how loving he is. He is a tall man, about six feet tall and is in good shape. He has a silver-colored hair and an infectious smile. He is very joyful and loves to crack jokes with his family and friends. His real name is Tony Morton, but he is lovingly known as Papa to me as well as his 3 other grandchildren. Papa was born January 14th of 1947 in Concord, North Carolina to Paul and Della Morton. He grew up in the neighboring town of Kannapolis. Papa still lives near the same area that he was raised.

Sometime later that night while Michael was on the verge of dozing off to the sounds of the snow falling and the television playing, he heard the footsteps again. At first, Michael did not realize what he was hearing. Only this time it was not just footsteps. There was the faint sound of a feminine child-like voice calling his name from below his window. This startled him at first because there were at least twenty inches of snow outside and the temperature had dropped to

When I was 10 years old, I realized I was different from my father. I was in my room playing with LEGO’s when dad called up.

I currently live with my parents who adopted me at the age of ten and fostered me since the age of two. My dad, a father of seven raised me as though I was one of his own and never regarded me as anything less. He has always guided me with a strong hand and soft voice and through the years my admiration for him grew. My dad has many stunning qualities that I admire but three of them stand out the most. He is loyal, humble, and dedicated.

“I can’t believe that’s true!” I exclaimed, my laughter echoing through the room. My grandpa and I had been chatting on the phone for the past half an hour. You would imagine a man his age would be boring and dull. However, he was quite the joker. At least with me, since I was, of course, his favorite granddaughter.