Long story short me and my grandfather (whom I call Poppie) are very close. Poppie lives in East Brunswick, and has for the great majority of conscious life. My relation to Poppie comes from my mom’s side of the family; Poppie is my mom’s father.
My mom passed away when I was nine years old, so suffice it to say, me and Poppie consequently have a somewhat unique relationship. I talk about just about everything with Poppie, however for whatever reason our conversations have a way of becoming fairly ‘deep’ or serious, so to speak.
We talk about religion, many times how I disagree with certain theories in which my grandfather believes in dearly. We talk about politics, and what I think should change in America. Most of all, we talk about life …show more content…
Prior to the revolution, my great grandparents were the equivalent to royalty in Cuba. You could say it was a nuclear shock for my Poppie going from glorifiable royalty in Cuba, to then being broke poor in America.
Poppie made the best of it and managed to work his way up the latter in becoming a commissioner in New York City. Prior to that he and his father were able to attempt to “tactically assist” the United States in the Bay of Pigs operation.
(I say tactically assist because I do not know the whole story, I wish I did -- for whatever reason the whole thing is a bit of a secret with me grandfather.)
The reason I say this, is to me it always seemed that Poppie had reached reached his “full potential.” To me going from being a broke... poor exile, to working hand and hand with people like the mayor of New York City, Mayor Koch, was nothing to sneeze at. But not to Poppie.
To Poppie it was almost a waste -- just scratching the surface of possibilities. It’s not a smug cocky thing. Nor is it about being arrogant/cocky.
Poppie believes that “if you truly work hard, if you stay diligent, if you believe in yourself” that in America you are afforded an opportunity to do just about anything you can
My mom passed away when I was nine years old, so suffice it to say, me and Poppie consequently have a somewhat unique relationship. I talk about just about everything with Poppie, however for whatever reason our conversations have a way of becoming fairly ‘deep’ or serious, so to speak.
We talk about religion, many times how I disagree with certain theories in which my grandfather believes in dearly. We talk about politics, and what I think should change in America. Most of all, we talk about life …show more content…
Prior to the revolution, my great grandparents were the equivalent to royalty in Cuba. You could say it was a nuclear shock for my Poppie going from glorifiable royalty in Cuba, to then being broke poor in America.
Poppie made the best of it and managed to work his way up the latter in becoming a commissioner in New York City. Prior to that he and his father were able to attempt to “tactically assist” the United States in the Bay of Pigs operation.
(I say tactically assist because I do not know the whole story, I wish I did -- for whatever reason the whole thing is a bit of a secret with me grandfather.)
The reason I say this, is to me it always seemed that Poppie had reached reached his “full potential.” To me going from being a broke... poor exile, to working hand and hand with people like the mayor of New York City, Mayor Koch, was nothing to sneeze at. But not to Poppie.
To Poppie it was almost a waste -- just scratching the surface of possibilities. It’s not a smug cocky thing. Nor is it about being arrogant/cocky.
Poppie believes that “if you truly work hard, if you stay diligent, if you believe in yourself” that in America you are afforded an opportunity to do just about anything you can