#my grandfather

[fieriframes]

['CAUSE, HEY, THE RECIPE'S ONLY ABOUT A HUNDRED YEARS OLD. YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED MUCH. NO, ORIGINAL BAR. A BEER COOLER AND EVERYTHING. THE BEER COOLER WAS BUILT BY MY GRANDFATHER'S COUSIN. STILL STAYS COLD. THAT'S THE ORIGINAL CASH REGISTER--WORKS LIKE A CHARM. WOW.]

#s05e13 family favorites #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #hundred years old #original cash register--works #original bar #beer cooler #my grandfather #still stays #recipe #everything #cousin #charm #wow.

[greentea-honeyeyed]

I love looking at photos of my family

#my grandfather #I never met him #g #mine #personal #ancestors

[thelittleredwitch]

To the man who taught me how a lady should be treated

To the man that represented a standard in which I should hold to other men

To the man that never understood the phrase “take a break”

He gave me my own definition of “superman”

A full time father

A part time farmer

A husband of 64 years

A genius, overlooked

A barber and a dentist, Dad being the victim

Poor guy

“Stop picking on me” a phrase uttered more than I can count

A red wooden chair overlooking the cow pasture

A stained white coffee cup

The smell of loose tobacco burning an old pipe

A feeling in time more than just a familiar smell

Mr. fix it

No problem went unsolved

But just in case plan B was good ol’ duct tape

A yellow sticky note on grandma’s night stand

“Went to the barn” with a “U” drawn in a heart

An afternoon in his recliner with the morning newspaper

Asleep mid-sentence, snoring loud enough to rattle the windows

“What did you do now?” grandmas question to new scrapes or bruises

Worried Mother Hen

Band-aids, and bag balm would heal anything

But the actual solution was the kiss at the end to make it all better

My partner in crime

One raspberry for the pale one for us

One raspberry for the pale two for us

A body of 85

With a heart that equals 6

Stealing grandma’s cookies

4 lost chocolate chip

Ooohh nooo, Shhhhhhh!

Our countless shenanigans

Those were not the first and won't be the last

His tiny partner in crime

“Maw, We’re gonna go capture the corn in the garden”

Darn! That elusive corn

We “caught” a full bag

Corn silk hairs followed us inside and left a trail all over the house leading to the kitchen

As I trailed behind

Moving my little legs as fast as they could carry

Eager to learn

Always ready to help

It was just farm work

“Grandpa!”

He tossed loose straw at my head

His normal teasing:“How would you know I love you if I didn’t tease you”

To the grandpa that played with me when I was little

That helped me with my math homework

That “picked on” me and messed up my hair

Who taught me not to grow up

You were always there for me

Now I need to be there for you

You've always made me smile

Now, Ironically, cause my tears

I know you can’t remember all those times we’ve had

It’s not your fault

I know you can’t remember how to do the things you use to

It’s not your fault

I know you forget where the bathroom is sometimes

It’s not your fault

We can’t stop time

But we will be here for the rest of your time

And love you as we always have

I have never told you how much you mean to me

I don’t admit how often I cry.

I don’t tell you that you are and have always been a hero without a cape

My hero

My hero in blue overalls, a truckers hat, and scuffed, dirty work boots

I have never shared how much it all ment

Or how the smell of your tobacco takes me back in time

Back to being 5 years old again

Snapping the buttons to my matching overalls

Kicking our lucky rock

1,2,3 Good Luck

I wish I could make you remember all the things I’d like to say

I wish I would have realized how fast the clock is ticking

I wish

But, for now we can be grateful for the time we have left

And appreciate each passing day

Seeing the bright side as always

I can say that I was there for the pictures,

the holiday dinners,

the day trips to Amish Country

Something I wouldn’t change for money, the farm, or anything else in the world

I can say I’m lucky to have known you

To have such an incredible person as my grandpa

&

Your memories will stay with me even when you cant be.

A. MacAllister

#my art #spilled poetry #poem #poetry #loved and lost #grandpa #memories #childhood #i miss you #reflective #free expression #prose #original content #love #family #my grandfather #alzheimers #awareness #original #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #expressionism

[guettaes]

hehe my height and my best best favorite character and one favorite character. and my grandfather..

I miss my grandfather. but in the family he was the biggest person I knew. well, um, I almost inherited the height.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #biohazard #leon scott kennedy #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #cod alejandro #anduin wrynn #worldofwarcraft #cod könig #call of duty #cod konig #my grandfather

[aiiaiiiyo]

#My grandfather #channeling the mafia at the Bronx Zoo [1942] #wronglymalinger #oldschool

[lonelythimble]

long after

his language is gone

he speaks in fragments

of a man

"i walk two miles a day

to see my mother"

when all else is forgotten

only love remains

in these hopeful prayers

for our joy

"any offers";

"somebody has already decided

you will never have to be alone

these pious declarations

congratulations, congratulations, congratulations

in sweet triplets,

billah billah billah

age fades his tired resignation

and bleak obsession with death

to a cheekiness,

peppering repeated jokes like mantras to lightness

"from the land of the giants"

and a chuckle full of heart

wheezing exclamations of a joy so vast and pure

with wet eyes that could know nothing else but laughter

he speaks in rhythmic rules

handing down meaningless wisdoms

suggestions of another time

"he has no choice

he has to grow his mustache

the girl will say

i will not marry you

you have no mustache

i will let you grow a mustache"

he lives in wonderous truths

in times unknown to us

while i am here

watching the autumn light creeping in,

casting white hair into

wisps of angels

painting old skin soft and lively

lost in the poetry of it;

to be sat in a room

with the same faces,

recycled

the same antics

gathered in cacophony

fussing restlessly in love

this dance of

parent, child

parent, child

of shaking laughter

and musical chairs

#my grandfather #dementia #family #desi poetry

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[from my Grandfather’s photo files: portrait of my Grandmother: Gilbert Minnesota 1918]

* * * * *

The Snow Is Deep on the Ground

BY KENNETH PATCHEN

The snow is deep on the ground.   Always the light falls Softly down on the hair of my belovèd. This is a good world. The war has failed. God shall not forget us. Who made the snow waits where love is. Only a few go mad. The sky moves in its whiteness Like the withered hand of an old king.   God shall not forget us. Who made the sky knows of our love. The snow is beautiful on the ground.   And always the lights of heaven glow   Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

#quotes #poetry #poem #words and writing #Kenneth Patchen #The Snow Is Deep on the Ground #Gilbert Minnesota #1918 #My Grandfather #CTBen's 1910s #C.T.Ben #C.T.Ben's photo albums #Janet

[physicalform1]

Feeling like Macchio tn

#ralph macchio #80s #polaroid #my grandfather #he was 45 here #love #vintage

[gennuine-designs]

Sometimes I'm sad that I don't love men. This is only because I see how the men in my family live and love.

My father loves my mother in the way she loves. In small ways, grand gestures unneeded and rare. He gives her flowers he grabs from the side of the road cause he thinks of her. He deals with 15 animals in the house even though they aren't his, because they make her happy.

My father loves my sibling in the way they understand. He spends time, and learns, and builds alongside them, no words, just companions in the garage and bonding over grease and bad tv shows.

My grandfather loved my grandmother in the way you don't see anymore. He became a believer because she didn't want him to not have anything to hope for. He made her laugh, sometimes with just a look. The two of them were my first memories of true love.

My grandfather loved his kids in the hardass way. He gave them space to find themselves, and never fought it, but neither did he compromise his own self. He would teach them how to do something once, anything they asked, but he pushed them to grow into amazing people.

My father loves me in what ways he can. We talk about girls and music and beliefs, and he lets me talk his ear off about my classes and dreams. He looked at every drawing, listened to every dream, and laughed along with all my bad jokes inspired by him.

My grandfather loved me in a way I won't ever find again. Not only did he listen, he asked to hear every new dream, every half naked idea. He loved me enough to get sobbed at as he saved me from hornets. He loved me in the way I needed to feel safe. I still miss that feeling. Nothing will replace that.

I'll take every one of these examples and give them to the women I'll love, but I can't help but curse that I'll never be loved like that by anyone else. I can't change that I'm gay, but I can mourn that, however strange.

#lesbian visibility #I love how men love #my father #my grandfather #poetry #prose poem #I won't ever be loved like that #sorry this is sad #but I'm kind of sad rn #if you know me no you don’t

[doppleganger-rental]

Top pic: My grandfather is on the left there. Somewhere in the Pacific. WWII. The name “Gen” on the jeep was my grandmother.

Bottom pic: My grandfather is in that sea of faces.

#me #my grandfather #wwii

[akonoadham]

#me #my grandfather #my brother #personal

[everydayesterday]

today is the second anniversary of the evergiven getting stuck in the suez canal.  

fun fact about another time the suez canal was blocked...my grandfather helped negotiate the end of the suez crisis in 1956 as a member of canada’s external affairs team.  canada’s intervention led to the invention of modern-day peacekeeping, and also to a new canadian flag (the red maple leaf design; previously it had been a design that included the british union jack ensign, which the egyptians didn’t want to see on any “peacekeepers,” seeing as britain supported/joined israel’s aggression).

#me #my grandfather #canada #suez crisis

[thelittleredwitch]

A common native American belief is that no one truly dies until their name is spoken for the last time.

I think of this often and kept it in mind when writing this. The focal point of this was to 'die in vain'.

"....Id want him to know that the good don't die in vain. The good die unknowingly paying a service forward. Leaving behind imprints in the lives they touch and good resulting from it. Unfortunately by then it's too late for them to see that yes, they did make a difference. The things they did influenced love, general betterment, and a better outlook. The thought doesn't arise that without their influence things would be different, lives would be different.

Little eyes on them all the time, watching, learning, understanding and most of all loving...

So In taking the steps to resemble the person he was, I hope to honor him in the most significant way possible.

At the very least the good deserve that honor."

A. MacAllister

#my art #original content #spilled poetry #love #art #poem #poetry #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #poets and writers #death #dying in vain #original #my grandfather #good people #loved and lost #throwback

[rabbitcruiser]

Forefathers’ Day

The first Thanksgiving wasn't complete without it. An historic journey by sea to discover a new world and newfound freedom.

Few things are more important to Americans than heritage. Remembering where you come from, and how hard you’ve worked to get where you are are all integral parts of the concept of the American dream. For those reasons, no holiday could be more American in nature than Forefathers’ Day, a holiday that celebrates the first ever pilgrims courageously sailing across the vast ocean they knew very little about at the time, in search of a better life and freedom from religious prosecution. When they set foot on the shores of North America, they themselves were the beginning of a new country that would one day become a world superpower. Now that’s definitely an event worth celebrating.

The History of Forefathers’ Day

Forefathers’ Day is a commemoration of the pilgrims who sailed the Atlantic Ocean aboard the Mayflower, in 1620. As they had left England in search of better days, the Pilgrim Fathers settled on US territory, which they subsequently christened New England. And as they had set sail from Plymouth, England, they decided to give their landing spot the whimsical name of Plymouth Rock. Therefore, Forefathers’ Day is a holiday celebrated mainly in Plymouth, Massachusetts, on December 22. The holiday was introduced to Plymouth, Massachusetts, in 1769, so it has quite a long history and tradition. However, the joyous occasion was first celebrated in 1769, because 149 years after the forefathers actually arrived in North America, some descendants decided to gather for a feast in honour of their ancestors, who would have been their great-great-grandfathers.

How to Celebrate Forefathers’ Day

The contemporary version of the feast is the Old Colony Club or Mayflower Society dinner party, which usually involves eating succotash. Nowadays, succotash is a hearty stew made from vegetables and often thick slices of poultry placed on top, but at the time, it was nothing more than sweet corn and and different kinds of beans, sometimes baked in a casserole-type dish under a pie crust to make a sort of pot pie. In fact, Succotash (from the Narragansett word sohquttahhash) means “broken corn kernels”, and at the very very beginning that’s pretty much all it was. Other ingredients may have been added later as well, including tomatoes and green or sweet red peppers. To celebrate Forefathers’ Day properly, you could try preparing nd eating the hallowed Forefather’s traditional succotash, just to get a tiny taste of all the hardships and discomforts that they had to go through to help make America what it is today. Succotash is in no way bad-tasting, mind you; it just doesn’t have much to offer in the way of nutrition when you think about all of the hard, physical work that had to be done at that time.

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#Forefathers’ Day #ForefathersDay #22 December #national day #my grandfather #my sister-in-law #Neni #swiss army uniform #wwII #my mother #my aunts #my uncle #Switzerland #Schweiz

[aiiaiiiyo]

#My grandfather #a jazz clarinetist #next to my grandmother #a jazz singer #NYC c.1953 #STOP____HAMMER_TIME #oldschool

[backrooms-princess]

#photo #mine #my grandfather #i still haven't forgiven him for nutting in grandma and giving rise to my existence