The History Of My Great Grandfather

When my grandfather decided to expand his sugar works a few years ago, my uncle decided he was going to help my grandfather achieve that dream. My uncle saw this as an opportunity to have a bond with his father, and to reach a goal that my grandfather always wanted to obtain again. This goal was to have his very own productive sugar works that he could live off of. While achieving this goal thus far has been successful, my uncle is having a difficult time being able to help my grandfather full-time…

My Grandfather- The Gift of My Life If I could be like anybody, I would wish to become more like my late grandfather, whose memories have inspired me to strive for success, like the smell of old, dusty books which reminds me of his admiration on learning. An avid collector, he had many books, most of which went unread. He owned books on everything from medicine to Spain, to several sets of encyclopedias. After he faced health problems, he came less to the library and read fewer books. They became…

the interview with my grandfather. I click the stop button on the voice recorder, “Man, you lived an interesting life. Do you have anything else you will like to add to it?” I said. “No, I think I gave you my whole life story. Do you think it is enough for your paper or whatever you are doing, Junior?” he replies. I shook my head and answer yes forgetting that my grandfather is legally blind in both eyes, a simple yes would have been enough. This was the most my grandfather talked about his past…

ever think about the lives my grand-parents and great-grand-parents led. Maybe this hig tech world has desensitized us to our emotions, or maybe we have lost touch with our spiritual selves. Whatever the case, it seems that in today's modern world, most people don't think or worry about people who lived in a different time than today. Why should my ancestors be of importance to me? After thinking about this topic, I began to realize the importance of knowing more about my relatives. Sometimes a…

The following is a true story about my maternal grandfather Ferenc Papp, who fought in the Second World War which was the largest military conflict in human history, claiming the highest number of casualties of all previous wars worldwide. The war started on September 1st 1939 and ended September 2nd 1945 with the surrender of Japan. During World War II Hungary was in alliance with the Axis power. This cooperation was in part free willed but also in part coerced. Given the fact that the small country…

is the story of my grandfather, Arthur Rubenstein. It was once said that “It takes twenty years or more of peace to make a man; it takes only twenty seconds of war to destroy him.” This war is a story my Grandfather kept silent about for many years, and as amazing as it is to hear what happened, it is just as much an honor to hear him be able and willing to tell it. The soldiers and victims of World War II should never be forgotten, for the price of freedom should never be as great as it was.…

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. Marcia Warren is my mother’s oldest sister, and…

Introduction I come from one of the largest families in my area. Our family ancestry can be traced to almost 200 hundred years due to the excellent record that my family lineage has preserved. First, I know of my great grandfather who possibly lived between 1760 and 1830. He was called Mbato and so much has been documented about him. He gave birth to my again far off grandfather called Okumu who also lived for another ninety years. Okumu who was my grandfather had lived at a time when the European colonialist…

to me they had a deeper meaning. To me they meant the best memories of my grandfather. They meant how he would take us fishing and while we waited for a bite he would tell me stories of playing professional football while I played with the dice. To me they meant the last memories of my grandpa. My grandma and grandpa lived only 2 hours away in a tiny town just outside of State College, the town was called Hollidaysburg. My grandpa had lived there his whole life. He played sports for the local…

My Hero, My Grandfather My grandfather was a very loving man, he loved his family more than anything he had known. The only thing that could compare to his love for his family, was his love for his country. In his life he would have to make many sacrifices for his country, and the second would be supporting his wife and kids. He took on hardships with ease, he always had a certain calmness to him, this is something I idolize about him, I would like to learn how to act this way. He’s my…