Impact On My Life Of My 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.

Right when I walked through the door, I got a burst of happiness. I felt safe, warm, and loved. The house smelled just like a fresh batch of moist, delicious brownies right out of the oven. There wasn't a single time I walked through the door and felt disappointed or sad. This feeling is just one of the many reasons my grandma had a huge impact on my life.

Grandparents are the backbone of every family tree. They provide love and nourishment, and even an escape when your annoying parents are getting on your nerves. When your parents say no to junk food, they feed you chocolate chip cookies and M&Ms. Huh. That must be your grandparents. While my grandfather, Henry Malachowski, is still the backbone of the Malachowski clan, he provides me with some of life’s most essential lessons. My grandpa is someone I can depend on for his wisdom when the rest of the world’s advice is not adequate enough for me to succeed in my quests.

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.

Who in your life has caused you to become a better person? For some people it's a parent who has shaped you since the day that you were born. For others it's the stranger who always says hi to you when you see them on the street. Maybe it’s the couple down the block who struggles to make ends meet, but always has a positive attitude. It may even be the person who has hurt you the most. These people make us a better person even when we least expect it. I never realized the effect my grandmother had on my life until she stopped recognizing me.

My great-grandfather's sense of service was like nothing I had ever seen before. He had a flagpole in his front yard and he always wore his WWII service hat. I was only four years old when he passed away, but I still remember the stories he told. My great-grandfather instilled in my brother and I, a great sense of pride for our country.

Grandpa is almost ninety-five and now resides in a nursing home. The leg he fractured forty years ago is too weak to carry his weight. His eyes are going bad. But to me he's still the big, strong man who used to take his grandchild in his arms and rock to

Ever since I was a child, my grandpa has always been my favorite relative. He taught me countless tricks in life, like how to tie my shoes and pee in the woods, yes I said pee in the woods, and has always showed me how important it is to have fun. He used to ride around with me on his motorcycle as I clung to him holding on for dear life but still looking out at the amazing view that surrounded us. The highlights of his motorcycle rides however, were

Not only has my grandpa life reminded me of the sacrifices that have been made for this country. From movies and books, to the military history class I am taking this school year, have learnt

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.

Since my father was not around for a while when I was a little girl, my grandfather felt it was his responsibility to be there for me and do what he thought was right. Being a little girl, I do not recall everything, but my family has many stories that involve me and my grandfather. For instance, when it was time for me to start eating baby food out of the jars, according to my family, in the 1980’s people were putting glass in baby food jars. My grandfather refused to let me eat baby food out of a jar at all and he would prepare fresh fruits and vegetables, he continued this even when everything was safe. I remember often spending time with my grandfather and quite a few memories we shared together.

For my narrative paper i will be talking about my life with my grandfather and just him in general. I will be talking about when he was born and the day he died, the time we had spent together, all the things that we had done in the time we were with each other, how much time we spent together, and how it impacted my life and everyone else's life in my family that was close to him. I will be answering all of these questions through my paper.

My grandfather, Charles Warren Tupper, who I call Poppy, was born in Arlington, Massachusetts, on September 8, 1941. He lived in a farmhouse in New Hampshire with his mom, dad, sister, and his grandmother, when he was young. He is from the end of the Silent Generation, right before the Baby Boomer generation began. Children born during the Silent Generation are from a time of economic instability, and therefore are comprised of generally hard working people. Poppy is a compassionate, loving grandfather with a good sense of humor. He, along with his wife, my mimi, enjoy telling stories with the family during meals. He believes storytelling is important because, “you are relating to others the importance of human experiences and condition.” You are able to learn from other people’s stories. He is very important to me, and he has a number of stories he has shared with me that I enjoy hearing time and time again, and many new ones too. Some of the stories include how he met my mimi, the Wizbang story, and panic on the Kancamagus. Stories like these, teach us about accomplishments, mistakes, and general history.

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.

Having a grandfather is like having a best friend. My grandfather was that figure for me, I called him Pop; he was my mother's father. Pop was always there for me, being a listener and an advice giver. Pop and I connected unlike any other family member I had because he always believed in me and supported everything I did. This support started ever since I was little playing sports and any activities I was engaged in. "Our relationship was unbreakable," my grandmother would always say. Having Pop in my life was like having a third parent with all the lessons he taught me before his death.