My Grandfather : My Uncle

By my mom and two of her sisters, my grandfather is called dad, but my Aunt Marcia addresses him as Jack Bronder. My maternal grandfather passed away before I was born, but that is not to say his life does not hold a standing presence in my family today, especially for my Aunt Marcia. The man that I imagine as my grandfather is created only by stories passed down to me, but the story that stands out to me the most is the one told by my Aunt Marcia.

One summer day getting off the school bus running home, excited about going outside; couldn’t wait to go play with my friends when I walked through the door and there was my Aunt Liz. Standing there with tears in her eyes, in extreme amount of pain. I was scared, didn’t know what to do or who to call. Do I called, Mom or 911? After calling my mother then 911, I knew I had to help my Aunt Liz, bring you into the world. No one around, no one to ask for help, only Liz and I. My panic turn into a brave teenager who needed to help her

My dad and I had to move to lower ground, because it was too windy to fly our $15 kite from Walmart. In order to do so we had to walk down a hill, which most people are capable of. I, on the other hand, am not most people. I was walking down this hill, and it had rained the day before so it was a little muddy. Nothing too bad, or so I thought. I was holding the cheap kite when my dad started talking to me from the bottom of the hill. I couldn’t quite make out what he was trying to tell me, so I started to walk down the hill faster. My knees buckled a little and I had to dig my heels into the ground to not fall. Wow, close one Lucy, I thought.

We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card

One of my most enjoyable and exciting adventures was traveling to Destin, Florida. Walking on the extremely fine soft sand feels like paradise. Meanwhile, the sound of waves is crashing and the cool sea breeze brushes by. Along the beach stood a booth where tourist could register to go parasailing. My boyfriend Michael and I registered and anxiously awaited our turn. Suddenly, everyone was loaded onto a tiny boat in hopes of reaching a bigger boat out deeper. Reaching our destination everyone had to climb a rope ladder as it was moving with the rough waves. As they strapped us in, we prayed we could come back in one piece. As the boat slowly started to move I grasped the rope, realizing that an inch-thick string was the only thing between me

This is a breakdown of my family tree on my dads moms side of the family. I am not sure where the Cieklinski name game from because my grandpa passed away before I was alive. Image result for norway FLAG

On a family trip to Yosemite when I was in elementary school, my family and I hiked to the base of Vernal Falls, a waterfall in Yosemite. Full of enthusiasm, I decided to hike to the top. My dad and I took a trail adjacent to the waterfall. Two-thirds of the way up, the path drew close against the falls and the granite trail became slick from moisture. My dad felt unable to climb the rest of the way, so I continued by myself. It was challenging to scale the slick stone, but I was determined to finish the hike. My tenacity paid off, propelling me to the top of the falls and

We barely had any food, and I was starving. Becoming so desperate and anxious, I wrenched out my phone. It took several attempts to type in my password since I had gloves on. The map app indicated that we had three miles to go. THREE MILES!! I knew for a fact that my body wasn’t physically able to climb another three miles, but somehow my brother started to take my mind off of it by making me laugh uncontrollably.

This summer I’ve experienced something unusual and I loved it! I worked at a waterpark as a lifeguard but I wasn’t at the places in the park where you need to rescue people so it was pretty relax, I was outside while talking with the clients. One day, this little 8-year-old girl fainted in her mother’s arms. Her mother was in chock and screaming: ‘’Do something!! I think she’s convulsing!!’’ She was unconscious for let’s say 40 seconds and then she came back and was normal. She was just dehydrated and sleepy because of the extreme heat. It was for me a beautiful experience because it was my first ‘’rescuing’’ and it just went so quickly but there was nothing I could’ve done that I didn’t do!

I can remember as a little kid growing up in New York City what the highlight of my year was every year; it was getting to go down south for the summer. My grand parents had this huge oak tree in their front yard that I love to climb up. My grandmother used to always say to me “Stop doing that tree, one day you’re going to fall and break your arm.” Well, she was right. I fell out and broke my arm. She and my grandfather took me to the hospital, the doctor put a brace on my arm, grandpa

It was the Tuesday night before Thanksgiving. I decided I would go to my friends house to visit with him for a while. We had a fire going and we were listening to music and playing horseshoes. We were having a great time, when we noticed that the weather looked as though it might storm. A few minutes later, it started to rain lightly. I thought to myself, “I better go now before the storm sets in.” I said my goodbyes so I could start the journey home.

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.

When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.

I was supposed to go camping that evening, but little did I know that I was going to be spending the next three days in a hospital fearing for my brother’s life. This is my story about the scariest moment in my life, when my brother was on the edge of dying.

“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.