Grandpas Live Forever, If Only In Our Dreams
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Joeymichelle, USA, Grandpas
As a young girl, I was very lucky in the fact that not only was I gifted great women but I was fortunate enough to have been bestowed some wonderful men in my life. My grandfathers, rest their souls, were wonderful men in their own rite. One a strong, Irish man with strong morals and iron will; and one a soft hearted but very firm Italian whom knew that family was the most important thing on this earth. These two men shaped their families without even knowing they had. They grew up in an era of famine and depression, of rum runners and miscreants, yet they persevered through it all.
When I think of my grandfathers, I think of how my generation has just failed in comparison of times gone by. Thinking of how I used to see them stealing kisses from my grandmothers out of the corner of my eye like it was a secret that no one was to know but them. The small pats on the behind that would seemingly go unnoticed except by my brother and I who would just giggle and continue on through the house. It was those little memories that kept the entire family coming back for more. Watching our grandfather sneak behind the building at his 50th anniversary party to steal smokes without our grandmother knowing, or going fishing with my grandfather to have him tell me my mother was calling only to get to the house to find she wasn’t even home! Grandfathers were not there to keep us grounded; they were there to give us our spunk, our spirit. They gave us our rebel yell if you will, the ability to buck the system when the occasion called for it. Yes, our strong women gave us that, but our grandfathers gave us ability to say “Who Cares” in a way the women never could. It was not mean but it was aggressive and to the point, with gusto and pizzazz. These men were foundations of strength, humor, and stability in our family.
My grandfathers were ominous in my life. They shaped not only who I am but who I raise my children to be. I crave for the way of old to come and shape our children of today. So many times I see our youth without direction and wonder how they got there. Do they not have the people in their lives that I was so privileged to have?
As I said in the beginning, I was very lucky to have had the Grandfathers that I had, for they will live on forever, if only in my dreams.
Joeymichelle, USA, Grandpas
As a young girl, I was very lucky in the fact that not only was I gifted great women but I was fortunate enough to have been bestowed some wonderful men in my life. My grandfathers, rest their souls, were wonderful men in their own rite. One a strong, Irish man with strong morals and iron will; and one a soft hearted but very firm Italian whom knew that family was the most important thing on this earth. These two men shaped their families without even knowing they had. They grew up in an era of famine and depression, of rum runners and miscreants, yet they persevered through it all.
When I think of my grandfathers, I think of how my generation has just failed in comparison of times gone by. Thinking of how I used to see them stealing kisses from my grandmothers out of the corner of my eye like it was a secret that no one was to know but them. The small pats on the behind that would seemingly go unnoticed except by my brother and I who would just giggle and continue on through the house. It was those little memories that kept the entire family coming back for more. Watching our grandfather sneak behind the building at his 50th anniversary party to steal smokes without our grandmother knowing, or going fishing with my grandfather to have him tell me my mother was calling only to get to the house to find she wasn’t even home! Grandfathers were not there to keep us grounded; they were there to give us our spunk, our spirit. They gave us our rebel yell if you will, the ability to buck the system when the occasion called for it. Yes, our strong women gave us that, but our grandfathers gave us ability to say “Who Cares” in a way the women never could. It was not mean but it was aggressive and to the point, with gusto and pizzazz. These men were foundations of strength, humor, and stability in our family.
My grandfathers were ominous in my life. They shaped not only who I am but who I raise my children to be. I crave for the way of old to come and shape our children of today. So many times I see our youth without direction and wonder how they got there. Do they not have the people in their lives that I was so privileged to have?
As I said in the beginning, I was very lucky to have had the Grandfathers that I had, for they will live on forever, if only in my dreams.
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