Many people told me that my grandfather was a great man. My grandfather was a member of the freemason, he was an artist, and a veteran at the same time. 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.
When I was young, we used to live a few blocks away from where my grandparents used to live. During special occasions, we would often visit my grandparents. My grandfather’s station wagon would usually be parked away from their driveway just to make space for the tables and chairs. I can still imagine the scent of the navy leather seats, and the feeling of touching the soft materials of the seats. My grandfather’s station wagon used to have dark wooden panels that always reminds me of the wooden dresser I have inside my room. The station wagon was quite big. Because of its size, my grandfather would usually refer to his car as his “boat”.
My grandfather’s garden was beautiful. The garden had perfectly line stones, I used to play on the garden pretending that I was a princess. 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. He would be observing the neighborhood while smoking a cigarette. I remember my grandfather having dirty nails and rough hands.
I remember him being a talented artist. He would draw beautiful black and white pictures of 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. During the time, I usually did not appreciate degree of his work, but today I have many of his works visible in 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. It was easy making my grandfather laugh. The same personality is visible on my son. My son is an entertainer and just like my grandfather, he would always make people laugh.
Even though my son did not have the same artistic talents as my grandfather, he still is fascinated by arts. Me and my son would usually do something artistic almost on a daily basis.