Yesterday I had one of the nicest conversations with my father. Probably the one I will remember the most in later years. It all started while we were on the car, driving home, and I realized I knew very little about my abuelo, his dad.
"Hey dad... What did your father used to do for a living?"... I asked, puzzled at the idea that I really didn't know.
That one question led me to listen the coolest heart to heart talk ever. From when my dad was a little kid, about 4 years old, riding his cow and herding the cattle. To the point in which my grandfather passed away peacefully, all of a sudden.
All the details between those two points matter. The fact that my grandfather was a huge jack of all trades him self. A self taught engineer, veterinarian, and psychologist. He would eat entire books about anything, and then discuss them with my father as he was growing up. He didn't study, didn't have the time, or money. But the did study, and knew a lot. He only had to stop practicing engineering stuff when a legislation came that required people to have a degree. Even so, everyone around knew that he was the one who knew better in town.
He he he. I feel proud.
Wow... There is no point in writing everything that was told. It would almost be boring I bet. I feel like writing more like a tale about it all. Eventually I know I will. But the whole story of my abuelo, of his father, and my dad's childhood really almost made me cry... I almost lost it when my dad was taking about the day my abuelo passed away.
- sigh -
I wish I had known him more. It seems he was a pretty cool guy. I am amazed I knew so little about him. About my dad's childhood. And I was amazed to see how it all was... So different. Rural... My father is a good storyteller.
* Cheers
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I am still smiling :D great story really, and once again thank you :)
Mishka
Yeah! pretty cool! Thanks...brought back memories of my own abuelito (and my own childhood)...and of maizales, cows and fresh milk...
Thank you... I am glad that it could fire up some memories for you too. For me it rocked. I didn't get to know my abuelo, the died when I was very very small... Yesterday it was like getting to know him all of a sudden for the 1st time.
Then do your father this favor in return. . .
Make sure his grandson knows him. Especially if you are furtunate enough for them to meet e/o with in their own lifetimes. And never hesitate to share your boyhood stories with your child so that they may reap the rewards of your own memories. . .
Sounds like a plan... A very nice plan actually.
You know?. I have always thought I would make a great abuelo... The bit about being a dad before is the one that freaks me out.
Yeah! tell me about it...I've got the crotchet, two needle knitting, gardening, baking, cooking, crafts and story telling thing down....but the parent thing? Don't know if I could deal with that.
I baby sitted too much and I know the truth: The Incredibles' last scenes where they find baby's power will explain everything.
Now I want to see it even more!!... He he he.
And yes, it does sound like much more fun to be a grandpa... The freaking thing is that you need a son/daugther to be one of those eventually...
Argh.... He he he.
Yeah, so I started thinking "I could just adopt one that is 17 years old...and about to leave for college!"
je je je
j/k I'm sure being a parent has its good things. Some day i'll find out.
Yes... there must be some good things.
The bad thing is that I cannot think about them either... Hmmm... Am I such a bad son?... Damn.
I don't think so... he he he.
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