Wednesday 27 September 2017

To everyone my grandad seemed as big as a giant but in reality he was average height. This is because he is so tough and helpful. His hair was thick, wiry, grey like a stormy day. Even though he had a kind face it was weathered and toughened by the hours spent in the sun. The blue of his overalls was disguised by the many layers of oil and grease. His hands were hard and leathery from all the tinkering with the machinery. Inside he would wear his slippers with a warm, wooly pair of socks. “No shoes inside!” my nan would say to him.

He is one of those types of people that has to be perfect because I am sure he would be in excruciating pain if it wasn’t. We often say to dad “ stop doing a grandad.” He also loved tinkering with machinery and loved pottering round in the garden, the washing, tidying things etc.

Luckily I knew a story about the never ending teapot. It got it’s name by grandad topping it up until all the flavor was gone. You could also seen how much he drunk by the stain on his cup. That’s when he would say “it could do another turn.”

I learnt that I had something in common with grandad. We both savor things like lollies and chocolate. He would also always be on for a yarn no matter how busy he was.

He was very kind and would always put others before himself. That’s also why he had so many jobs on the go. He was big on community spirit because he loved his community.

He was never in my life that much but I will always have a memory  of him. If I want to remember I look at the chicken photo I got from him or I will savor some more lollies just for him. But one thing I will wonder is what was he like back when he was a child?

1 comment:

  1. You got it bang-on Quaid, exactly how grandad was! Great writing.

    ReplyDelete