My Gulogy : My Grandfather

He had a big, deep voice, and thinning gray hair. His eyes were big and friendly. He was in no way a fancy man. He used to live in Brooklyn, and even among all of the designer outfits, he always preferred a simple t-shirt and sweatpants with a pair of worker’s boots. He lived his life however he wanted, even if it would embarrass those around him. No matter, he was a loving man, and he always had time for his family. He was never too busy with work or his social life to relax with us for a little while. These traits all came together to give him a lively, impish, and extremely loving personality. They made him my Grandpa.

If I was ever told to describe my grandpa I would forsure describe him as determined, loving, and hilarious. He would always know what to say to make me feel better even if he didn’t know I was upset. Everytime I saw my grandpa he would always have

As retired grandfather he lives for his family and for his memories back in the good ol days. He lives with my uncle, Julio and his family in San Salvador, El Salvador. Everytime I go vist him or him vistit me, he tells me stories about his past. Sometime he tells me stories about my father when he was a

With white whiskers on his face, even after his morning shave, and the noticeable balding, my grandfather always looked comparable to a gruff man. You could tell he was strong and had a lot of pride by the way he carried himself. Being more of a cowboy type, he dutifully wore a plaid button-up shirt, bootlegged jeans, and country-style boots to match on the average day. He was a diligent man, and although his job kept him away from the home most of the weekdays driving semi-truck across the country, living on the farm he seemed to constantly be keeping himself busy doing something with his time off from feeding the horses, tending to the garden, riding four-wheeler, finding odd jobs here and there, and regularly playing with all of us kids.

What I admire most What I admire most about my great grandpa is that he was a hero to save a bunch of people but yet he is still my grandpa. I also like how he is kind and respectful to everyone he meets because he knows that you need to treat others how you want to be treated because if you don’t others will be mean to you. Another way I admire him is that he is helpful and tries to help as best as he can.

I am aware of who my father is, but as of right now we do not have a relationship. My dad is a revolving door dad, which means that he has come in and out of my life as he pleases. I noticed that it is a domino effect because his father was not in his life either. His father I really wouldn’t classify as my grandfather because I can count on both hands the number of times I’ve seen him throughout my entire lifetime. In actuality, I really do not consider him as my grandfather because he did not take care for me or treat me like a real grandfather would. The man whom my grandmother is married to today for almost 40 years now is my grandfather and I value the relationship I have with him because he took me in as if I was his own.

I never really knew my grandpa as well as I would have liked. He was already an old, old man by the time I started high school, and my own memories of him are mostly of a man confined by age and ailing health. So I'm not really going to talk about my memories of him. Instead, I'm going to try to share his memories and the memories of those that knew him.

Along with being supportive, my grandpa is one of the most selfless people I know. Whenever my family needs help with anything he is the first person we call because we know that if anyone can do it, or is willing to do it, it’s him. My dad owns a landscaping and plowing business, so he is always wearing down his trucks, causing them to break down a lot. Papa is always up to the challenge of fixing them, even though he never has to. One thing that is really important to him is family, he has always, always put family first.

My father is just like my grandfather in almost every aspect of their lives. In my opinion, I think that my father got most of his qualities from my grandfather. My grandfather is loving and caring with his whole family and you will always see him involved in family actives. He is just as hardworking as my father and taught my father how nothing is ever free and you have to work for everything in life. That is exactly the same thing that my father has taught me as I was growing up. My grandfather came from a small and poor place in Cuba called, Pinar Del Rio. However, with a lot of hard work and sacrifice he was able to move and relocate most of his family down to Havana, Cuba or somewhere near there. After moving down to a city he knew nothing about, my grandfather had to start from scratch and make a way of life. Just like my father, my grandfather never said no to anyone and would always find a way to help everyone out. My grandfather and my father both have many of the same qualities and looking at them side by side everyone can agree how similar they are to each other. Like my father, everyone in my family can agree that my grandfather is a great person and loved by his whole family. In addition, his kids and grandkids love him so much to the point that they paid for him to get an open visa to be able to fly from Cuba to the United States as many times as he wants because of

I grew up in a small village in Mexico where there were no health care professionals. My grandmother was one of the women in the village who would take care of the sick. The knowledge and wisdom she gained over the years was passed on to my mother. One day, I remember my mother asking me to accompany her. It was late at night, all of the dogs would bark at us as we walked by, and I did not know where we were going. We came to the house of a sick child. It was then, I realized that my mother had been asked to come and give the child medicine. The privilege of getting to help the child get well again gave me a sense of accomplishment. What we had done there guided me to strive for something that would give me that same sense of accomplishment. In 1996, my family and I got the opportunity to move to the United States. As a little girl, I did not understand how such a sad and difficult goodbye would bring me to a better future. A place that has brought me closer, than I had ever thought, to accomplishing my dream of becoming a pharmacist. I am grateful for of all of the opportunities that living and studying in the United States has brought.

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

For many people, Grandpa is a storyteller, someone to go fishing with, and someone who has your back no matter what. The experience I had with my grandpa was a little different. I never got the opportunity to meet my great-grandfather Liston Grider, but he still somehow managed to have a huge impact on my life. Sometimes my mom would tell stories about him; happy memories from her childhood, sad ones that were painful for her to tell, and everything in between. I thought I had heard it all, but this past summer I learned something about my great grandpa that would perhaps impact my life forever. This story was not told by my mom like usual, but by someone who was a complete stranger to me. The lessons I learned would not be taught in a single day, but over the span of a month through a series of Facebook messages and letters in the mail. The words I read upon opening those messages and letters would change my life forever, permanently transform my beliefs, and show me what it truly means to be an American.

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.

He is very smart. My Grandpa has read many books. In fact, I think he already read over fifty books in his entire life. All this knowledge from books and experience of living for many years make him smart. Certainly, I know he is intelligent because I see it when we have a conversation. For example, he starts telling me about interesting facts or stories about other parts of the world. Next, Amilcar is very respectful. He knows how to treat people with respect. Amilcar has friends that, over the years, have done bad things to him and he stills treat them with respect. As an illustration, he told me once “Treat others how you want to be treated and everything will be good for you.” Furthermore, my Grandpa is an optimistic man. For instance, he tries to show me the positive side of things. For example, one day I was angry and I started cursing everything when my Grandpa told me that instead of being mad I should be counting my blessings. Amilcar is always expecting something good whenever he goes. In particular, every time I see him he has good news for me. All of this is what makes my Grandpa have a unique