If my grandfather from the maternal side had lived to this day, he would have reached 100 years. I remembered that when he was 97, he used to talk about how he would like us to throw him a huge party to celebrate a century of being alive, that is only if his body had held out for him for three more years.
Of my fondest memories of growing up in the old house, he has left everywhere a tell-tale signs of his resourcefulness and ingenuity. He created doors that lock automatically from the outside and when you pull a string, it opens. He fashioned that kind door to prevent the horde of chickens that run freely in the yard, from entering the house and creating a havoc.
I also remembered that come dusk, when he turns the T.V. on for the evening news, he would sleep within the hour, so from an old baking timer, he created a jack where he could plug the T.V. on, turn the dial to an hour, and it would automatically switch the T.V. off after an hour has passed.
The two huge trees of chicos (a brown fruit with a sweet, somewhat sandy flesh) in the terrace was planted when my mother was only seven years old. He planted them, having gotten the seedlings from the Department of Agriculture where he worked as the head. What is amazing about the trees is that it bears chicos, bigger than your fists and this was a rare variety I have never seen again, unlike the regular breed which bears the round smaller one, as big as golf balls.
Of my fondest memories of growing up in the old house, he has left everywhere a tell-tale signs of his resourcefulness and ingenuity. He created doors that lock automatically from the outside and when you pull a string, it opens. He fashioned that kind door to prevent the horde of chickens that run freely in the yard, from entering the house and creating a havoc.
I also remembered that come dusk, when he turns the T.V. on for the evening news, he would sleep within the hour, so from an old baking timer, he created a jack where he could plug the T.V. on, turn the dial to an hour, and it would automatically switch the T.V. off after an hour has passed.
The two huge trees of chicos (a brown fruit with a sweet, somewhat sandy flesh) in the terrace was planted when my mother was only seven years old. He planted them, having gotten the seedlings from the Department of Agriculture where he worked as the head. What is amazing about the trees is that it bears chicos, bigger than your fists and this was a rare variety I have never seen again, unlike the regular breed which bears the round smaller one, as big as golf balls.
P.S. to be continued in part two since longer articles cannot be posted with spaces for paragraphs...
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