Outline Of Varying Grandpa's Story

Grandparents want to see their grandchildren succeed in life and in their school and in their sports. Many Grandparents like to visit their grandchildren and watch them play the sports that they are in, and they also want to see them do good in school. My Grandpa loved to watch me play basketball when I was younger, he loved to watch me doing what I love. My grandpa also was a really easy person to talk to. He was one for me that I could talk to about anything, and I knew that he would understand. He was a person that I could easily relate to when I was younger and a person I looked up to and wanted to be just like when I got older. These stories that I am going to talk are about how he taught me to have fun with the ones you love, to be teachable, and to spend time with people you love before they are gone.

From there, he embarked on a 1,000-mile journey that ended in Berlin. Between those two locations, Stewart took part in many battles.

In his middle life he fought in the French and Indian war. He also fought in American Revolution. He helped to lead troops with Benedict Arnold and the Green Mountain Boys. They were able to take fort Ticonderoga, and crown point very easily. Their hopes or morale were so high they decided to

Following the Occupation of France in August 1940, he went to Marseille as an agent of the newly formed Emergency Rescue Committee in an effort to help persons wishing to flee the Nazis, and circumvent the processes by French authorities who would not issue exit visas.

 In 1957 he found a job at Avondale ship yard as a welder, until he was drafted by Uncle Sam to Germany in 1958 where he remained for two years. The

were an actress ,occasional opera, and an music teacher ,he and his brother lived a pretty normal life. Just a juvenile he was enlisted as a soldier in the first World

My grandfather’s bass stood in a dark corner so quietly, just waiting to be played again. As I took the covering off the bass, dust danced its way to the floor, and its fire engine red coloring gleamed as brightly as ever. When it was finally time to clean out my grandparent’s house after their passing, my mother told me that the instrument was mine if I wanted it. I was so delighted to learn that he left it to me because this bass represented the one personal activity that linked me to my grandpa, and was the reason I wanted to play string instruments. I remember feeling slightly on edge as I drove away from my grandparent’s house with that bass though, because that meant he was truly gone, not coming back, and I would never hear him play it again. The instrument means so much to me because it stands for everything that I have become from learning patience, perseverance, and the will power to stick with a goal till the end.

He now worked full time in a cannery, working long, hard days that led to him wanting to escape the life of a lower class laborer (A4). At fifteen, London borrowed money to purchase a ship and then became part of a pirate gang stealing from oyster companies (F1142). He faired well in this life, earning his place among hardened criminals and the title “Prince of the Oyster Pirates” (A4). As a pirate, he developed a horrible drinking habit that stayed with him for the remainder of his life and took a terrible toll on his health (A5). Eventually, he left the pirating life, joined the Fish Patrol, a group established to guard the beds, and assisted them in capturing his pirate friends (A5). Afterward, he once again hopped on a boat and set off on adventure, this time sealing in the North Pacific (F1142). He returned home briefly to work in a power plant, but, sure enough, he hated the labor and once again set out (A5). He traveled northeast across the America as a hobo with a worker’s army marching on Washington D.C. (F1142). He later split from the group and went hoboing on his own until the police dragged him off the road and had him arrested for vagrancy

B. joined the Air Force at 18 and was a medical records technician for his 20 years of service. Became master sergeant and served in Alaska at the U.S. Air Force

The last narrative Collection I choice to create was a rewrite. For the rewrite, I choice to rewrite a scene from Grandfather’s perspective. The scene is taken placed during Grandfather's eightieth birthday (Final Banquet, his death). Since this scene was originally written from Cassia’s perspective, someone with completely opposite thoughts and ways of thinking would be Grandfather. At this particular scene, Cassia has not rebelled yet. Her innocence for the Society is still present as she is still believing that The Society makes no mistake and is the perfect world. However, grandfather, on the other hand has lived much longer than Cassia. He knows the secrets behind the Society that Cassia is not aware of. Additionally, lies and deceit are

There once was a small village in which everyone had a special magical talent. Everyone, expect for Theo the town's baker. For a long time, his family's magical talent has always been Enlargo. It always seemed to make everything much bigger than its original size. That being said, everyone in his family has always been taller than him and a little on the chubby side. Theo, however, was rather short and thin for being a member of his family. Every person in town would normally visit Baba's bakery in the morning for the best baked goods of their lives, there are giant pies, enormous breads, and colossal cakes, but when Theo was working no one ever came in.

money, friends, but it was in London that he found the missing piece of himself.

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.

There have been many inspirational people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a particular inspiration was my grandfather. He married my grandmother when I was at the age of five and had accepted all of her grandchildren from her previous marriage as his own grandchildren. With my mother and I only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent a lot 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 played the role of a father figure.

“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.