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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.
Tennessee and then following his boyhood dream of becoming a baseball player. He started out his
watching a neighbor tearing down his house because it lay in the path of an
engine company. A neighbor ran to a drug store to turn on an alarm but the
Territory. On his ranch he led the life of a cowboy. He would round up cattle
involved in the sink hole. He finally decided to move to Tangerine County. On his first
his family to move to California with him. The whole family moved out there with his
the American Dream, but it took him many years through many obstacles and adventures to
July–August 1990: Hitchhikes to California where he meets Jan Burres and her boyfriend Bob. Later takes off and ends up in Cut Bank, Montana where he meets Wayne Westerberg.
canes and they kicked him a few times to the job. Next, the boys went to see a
His actual prison sentence was three years, yet he served only twenty-two months in the federal prison at Lompoc, California, which was known to have a “country-club” atmosphere. Another four months was spent at a Brooklyn halfway house.
Chicago because of a job he accepted as an MD at some University. His family
My grandmother was born at a time when the Japanese had invaded Korea. At those times girls were not considered to be very important and guys were valued. That has not changed a whole lot even today. Yet my grandma was an extraordinary women, she was the youngest girl in her family and her mother died when she was only five years old. She went to about third grade because Korea doesn't have a public school system and learned most of her reading and writing skills through her older sisters, who knew a little more than her. My grandma was a fast learner and was able to learn Korean and even Japanese quickly. Living under a very strict father she was not able to go farther than the front yard. She was often discouraged in learning stuff such as math, history, and reading and writing. Most of these stuff was often taught only to boys that could afford it. Girls were not taught anything but how to cook and clean. Regardless of her sex she desired for something better. She learned these basic skills independently and even exceeded in them. She loved reading books and read what she could find and she is the most intelligent person I know.
I have met many people so far in this life, but the person I enjoy remembering the most is my husband Jeff. He was born and raised in Tennessee. He is six feet tall, weighs two hundred sixty seven pounds,he has dark brown eyes, and such a nice smile. His hair is jet black with just a few silver and white strands throughout. He is a very big and strong character of a man. And yet he is the most gentle, kind and caring man that I have ever met. Jeff has a sexy southern drawl to his voice. The one person who has influenced my life greatly is my husband, the first reason being because of his positive attitude, his intelligence, and the way he expresses his love.
When I was young, I drew a picture of my mother. It was her standing in a yard with a house in the background. It wasn't our house, and my mother looked like anyone but herself. Dressed entirely in green, with green hair and a green expression on her green face, she stood in front of a green two-story house surrounded by a green landscape. Green was her favorite color, and I wanted to make a surprise out of the drawing for her.