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I Can See My Grandfather In My Son


Many people told me that my grandfather was a great man. 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. When I was still 10 years old, my grandfather passed away but I still have memories on every little thing about him, Every time I close my eyes, I can still picture out the specific details of his face including his big glasses. I can still remember how my grandfather laughed.


lived just a few blocks away from where my grandparents used to live. During special occasions, we would often visit my grandparents. My grandfather would park his station wagon on the driveway in order to have space for some tables and chairs. Even up to this day, the feels of the soft materials and the smell of the navy leather seats of that station wagon is still something that I can remember. The car used to have dark wooden panels and it would always remind me of the wooden dresser I have in my bedroom. The station wagon was quite big. I remember my grandfather calling his station wagon his “boat”.

My grandfather’s garden was beautiful. I used to pretend that I was a princess every time I played on my grandfather’s garden, still remembering the specific details of the garden. I would play on the garden while my grandfather would watch me from a distance. He would be sitting on a white chair near a table. My grandfather would observe the neighborhood while smoking a cigarette. He would always have 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 not only expert with a paper and pen, he was also excellent with a scroll saw. During the time, I usually did not appreciate degree of his work, but today I have many of his works visible in my home. Back then I was not interested on his woodworks but right now I’m having interests on doing scroll saw reviews of his past works. As I close my eyes, I would run my hand on the top of a small table he made. The details of the table he made would remind me of the old car he used to have.

My son was not fortunate enough to meet my grandfather. My grandfather and my son would become close to each other. My grandfather had a very good sense of humor. My son has the same sense of humor as my grandfather. 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.

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