My Grandfather

My Grandfather, although he moved around a lot when he was a kid, grew

up fairly well. He has lived in California, Texas, Wisconsin and many other states.

He traveled to many places because of his first career.

Grandpa was born in Salt Lake City, Utah. He lived there for the first

three months of his life. He then moved to Texas where he lived in the suburbs

of Dallas. He then moved to California and moved back to Texas to live with his

grandparents for times when his mother couldn't have him stay with her. His

mother married a man named John and they moved to New Mexico. There he lived on

a dude ranch his step-father was building, and he got to ride horses a lot. His

chores there were to strip trees to help build buildings, and he took care of

the horses. He later did chores around the house. He moved out of New Mexico

after John got killed by lightning. They lived in the poor part of the city.

The thing he remembers most about his mother is that she was a free spirit. His

dad left when he was three because he couldn't take care of any one, not even

himself. He recalled that John told lots of tall stories; something that

grandpa does often.

His first school was in California and it was a two room school house.

He had to walk home and there were water snakes in the gutters. One time when

he got home, his favorite toy, a refrigerator handle, was missing. Then he

noticed that the two trees that were in front of the house were gone. He called

the police. When the police got there, the baby-sitter was there and said the

owner had taken the trees out. When the police officer found out that a handle

was all that was missing, he gave my grandpa a lecture about only calling the

police in an emergency. He never found the handle. My grandpa liked chorus the

most, and he hated the rest of the classes. He remembers something Mr. Banks, a

math teacher, said to him. "Well Ronnie, it's just a little to little, and a

little to late." He is the most proud of graduating college after twenty years.

He regrets not having a teacher tell him about the importance of education.

When he was in middle school, he his favorite thing to do with his friends was

not go to school. His best friend was Eddie Boucher. He met him in grade

school. He went to Eddy's house on the weekends, because they had good food.