My grandfather was a great person to know. He loved telling stories, taking me to the barber shop, and driving Grandma & myself to the movies, so all three of us could watch them. His excitement wore off on me. When I was little staying overnight at their house, my excitement for getting my haircut grew so much that I woke him up at four in the morning to remind him about our visit to the barber shop later that morning. I think I remember him saying, “Miho, it’s 4 in the morning, it’s too early.” The next morning he told my Grandma about his wake up call & they shared a laugh together.
He told some great stories, but one that I remember is the importance of reading. He told me the story of one person applying for job at the factory he worked at. All this person had to do was fill out the application & he had the job, but he couldn’t read and he wanted to take it home so a relative could fill it out. However, the job application had to be completed there in the office. This person wound up not applying because he couldn’t read the application. I told this story to my students today, but my English is still too fast for them. They just looked at me with a blank look, huh? However, I will translate again in tagalog before their summer break, which is coming soon.
Before he was a Grandfather and a father, my Grandpa was saxophone player. As I write this I put on some jazz music, the band Portico Quartet, album Isla. There are some great saxophone sounds on this album and I know he would’ve loved it. While I’m in the Philippines I am learning an instrument, the acoustic guitar, so far it’s pretty slow as I have no time to practice, but I hope I have tune or two down before I leave here. You'll hear more stories about the trials & errors of learning the guitar soon.
“Grandpa you’re a great cook, you & Grandma should open up a restaurant,” I remember telling them. My Grandma was a great cook herself, I have to add. One of the items my Grandpa cooked were pancakes and I loved waking up to the smell of those delicious cakes. It’s ironic that in the last few weeks, I found a place in the market that cooks pancakes similar to his, not as good of course, but a respectable second, another place I know my Grandpa would’ve loved. It’s as if my Grandpa was sending me a message to check this stand out, there’s a treat there for you. If you knew my Grandpa, please post your memories about him below. You may also post memories at curleyfuneralhome.com
|Eating those delicious hot cakes Tuesday.|