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In My Son Is Where My Grandfather Lives On
Growing up, I had a great grandfather. He was an artist, and a veteran at the same time a member of the freemason. My grandfather was kind and loving even despite being a little quiet and stern. My grand father passed away when I was still at a young age but I still have a lot of memories about him. I can remember my grandfather used to wear large eyeglasses and all his facial details when I close my eyes. All this time I swear that I can still hear the way he laughed.
When I was young, we used to live a few blocks away from where my grandparents used to live. When I was young, we often visit my grandparents usually during special occasions. My grandfather would park his station wagon on the driveway in order to have space for some tables and chairs. Up until now, I can still remember how those navy leather seats smell and how the soft material feels. The car used to have dark wooden panels and it would always remind me of the wooden dresser I have in my bedroom. The old car my grandfather had was big. My grandfather usually refers his car to as his “boat”.
I can remember my grandfather having a magical garden. I remember playing on my grandfather’s garden imagining that I was a princess, I could still remember the way it looked. My grandfather would usually watch me while I play on the garden. He would usually sit on a white chair. My grandfather would observe the neighborhood while smoking a cigarette. I remember my grandfather having dirty nails and rough hands.
My grandfather was always an artist. My grandfather would usually draw black and white pictures of gorgeous women. He made a picture with thousands of different dots, it was my favorite.
My grandfather was excellent with a scroll saw as he was an expert with a paper and pen. When I was young I did not have an appreciation on how difficult his woodwork was, but today I have a lot of his works at my home. Right now I would usually may scroll saw reviews about my grandfather’s past woodworks. I would usually feel with my hands the top of the small table he made and just close my eyes. There are details on the table that would remind me of my grandfather’s old station wagon.
My son was not fortunate enough to meet my grandfather. They would instantly be close to each other. He would usually laugh and always have a good sense of humor. The same personality is visible on my son. He would make people smile just like my grandfather.
My son did not inherit any of my grandfather’s talents on arts but is sill fascinated by it. Almost everyday, me and my son would color.