My Grandfather Essay

I spent a lot of time at my grandparents’ house. My mom was a single-parent till she married my step-dad, Mark, when I was seven. Before she met Mark, I would always be watched by my grandparents after school while she worked. With all that time I spent with my grandparents, I grew extremely close to my papa, which is what I call my grandfather. It was him who taught me how to ride a bike, play chess, dribble a basketball, throw a football, and to play soccer. After my mom married Mark, I didn’t…

Who would know that I would be so hurt when I lost my Grandfather. I was never so close to him, but losing him made a big impact in my life. I think about his death day and night. I sometimes catch myself blaming his death on myself. My parents say it wasn’t my fault but i will never forget the day he started not feeling well. My grandpa lived with us again after my grandma passed away. He was so confused after her death. One day he realized that my grandma wasn’t there no more and he was so…

My Grandpa deserved a better life than the one he got. He was a Survivor, a Fighter, and all around the most magnificent person there ever was. He made me feel loved even when I felt really down. I believe he was the most influential person of my whole childhood, but of my entire life so far. My parents and I lived a few blocks away from Grandpas and Grandmas. So sometimes I would just walk over there with my brothers and dog and watch t.v. with grandpa. I loved going over there to talk and…

offer. That role model is my grandfather, Ben Jordan Sr., born before World War I in the year of 1912, which ironically was his house number (1912 Bell Street). He was a lean man that touted a medium build with strong arms. His smooth, dark brown skin was a complement to his stature. He wore a crown of gray, salt and peppered-hair but most kept it bald. He was partially blind from cataracts, but could manage some visual images from the corners of his eyes. My grandfather was not considered…

He Called Me Benny Boy The life of my grandfather from start to finish was remarkable! He had many qualities that I admire and it took his entire life to perfect them. My grandfather was wise, disciplined, loyal, and dependable. He was an exceptional leader, and hard working. He was a man of integrity. When he gave you his word, he kept it. He was courageous and determined. He was a persistent man. Most of all he was a loving man. I wish I had half the qualities that he had. His life was a…

Chapter III My Great Grandfather David Zynger (Mosses1, Jacob1) was born in 1892 in Yanover, Poland, he describes himself as a Russian Pole, immigrated to England in 1913, and he became a British citizen and his name changed to David2 Singer, he was a ladies Tailor He was in the British Army WWW1; his regiment was the 100 1st Russian Labour Corps, then 8th Labour Battalion, his name appears in the book “The British Jewry Book of Honor”. During the Second World War David sent parcels to his…

EDM music. My family and friends shaped me into this person, and they’re the reason there’s an essay here at all. Nerdiness runs in my blood. My Great-Grandfather played Legend of Zelda and Sims. My parents are therefore, of course, nerds. Different, and more old school, but nerds nonetheless. They and their friends gather together and play Dungeons & Dragons, perhaps the most nerdy game ever. Because my parents are nerds, rather than spending my childhood watching sports or something, my…

When my Granddad passed away I was shocked, at first I couldn 't believe that he had actually died. This was the first time that someone so close to me has passed away. I knew he was ill but I had just assumed that this day would never come. I used to think that my grandparents would be around forever but this just made me realise that it doesn 't work out like that. He finally died after his fight with terminal bowel cancer. In the end I think his whole body was just cancer. My family was…

My maternal grandfather, Felipe Naranjo de Montes de Oca, was born on Decemeber 7, 1953 in Limonar, Matanzas, Cuba. His parents, Jose Naranjo Garcia and Delfina Montes de Oca, were very modest people who lived off the land. He grew up in a small house outside of Limonar that didn’t have anything but an empty field in its proximities. He would walk 2 kilometers to get to school every morning and only finished the 9th grade. As an adolescent, he moved back to Limonar city, where he found a job as…

Digging through the trunk filled with family relics I stumbled upon my great grandfather Shmuel’s journal entries. His entries detailed the October Revolution, End of World War I and the events spanning across the next fifteen years before he came to America with his family in search of a better life. Some background information on who my great grandfather Shmuel was. My great grandfather Shmuel a Jewish farmer living in Eastern Russia, now a part of modern day Ukraine, however, he will call…