Termyn8or
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You really do have a way. the way you started this leaves alot of room, and I think that a good thing. Grandparents are important sometimes. Sometimes. Your Grandma wanted to dance - WITH YOU. Grandparents really dig their grandkids, no shit. And when you get to a certain age you will also, whether you have them or not. It's like you almost don't care whose kids they are, now that you have a good piece of life figured out you want to tell the youngins. Been there done that. They did well, quite well in fact.
It's not giving, just allowing them to take. It costs you nothing and can gain them the world. This is why the family is so important, and how we integrate alternative lifestyles into that is a LEGITIMATE concern of the fuddy duddies who advocate the strictly Puritanicalist views, because the fact is they are right in this much - it is the simplest way to provide for the progengy most effectively. So what.
Well the simplest way to get from CA to NY is to walk. We don't need the simplest waay. As such we must find a way to provide for the real education which by the way folks - does not happen in school. I got more education from my Grampa than anyone else with the possible exception of my Mother.
I am from a broken home since about age ten. Shit happened, but even before then I went to Granpa's most weekends. He showed me grinders and all that cool shit in his basement (I was a boy), cutting tools like drills and saws. He was a machinist and earned the title of engineer. He worked for a knitting mill, something in the cloth industry. He was not a line worker at that point but a maintenence worker or mechanic of some sort.
The machines they used were faulty and all failed all over the country, but where my Grandfather worked they were still producing product because he had figured out a proper modification to the machine(s). The company that built the machines was deluged by complaints, and eventually stumbled across the fact that one customer in Cleveland, Ohio was not complaining. Back before 1960 they paid him $500 per day plus all expenses to do a couple of these modifications in front of their engineers and give them some instruction on how to do it. He not only saved that company, but the rest of the life cycle of the textile industry in this country. Sure it eventually went down, but it happened later. By the way, he didn't go to college.
Later, when I was done born and shit he figured he would just have to deal with me. He had CDs maturing every month, plenty of money, a paid off house, yet he still went scrapping. He drove an old Pinto in fifth gear at five miles an hour down the streets of Brookpark, Ohio. Those old lawn chairs made with an aluminum frame with the green straps - he had them ALL. He would fill that Pinto with that shit and come back with a couple of hundred bucks.
After that he started picking up TVs on the street. I was already getting into it and though I wasn't really worth shit yet, I had studied it. My Uncle (his son) gave me some books from the Airforce electronics training program, and I remember most of it to this day. And it is true, ther are only three electronic circuits in existence. But later with Grampa's collection of junk, we managed to fix some of these TVs. I thought nothing of it until one day when Grampa handed me a bunch of money. I was puzzled "What, it ain't my birthday....", and he said "You know those set we fixed last weekend, I sold one of them, here's your cut".
I think I was about 12 or 13. Grampa also financed my first business much later, but until that one day I was a kid, I had never equated this ability with money. After that the world was my oyster.
I had alot of good years. He was my Paternal Grandfather, my Pateranal Grandmother was a very stout German Woman who developed bad varicose veins in later life. She was the pottymouth of the family which we all follow. Oh yes. even my Catholic Mother has been completely converted - you should hear her drive ! Now my Maternal Grandmother was so demure, submissive, moreso than she should. Her Husband abused the shit out of her and eventually got put out. The whole family says if that mufug was on fire they would not piss on him. He beat her ass if she broke an egg yolk while making him breakfast. She was about five foot four.
Anyone in here should talk about Grandparents if they can. Alot of people do not even know their Grandparents and if you do YOU ARE LUCKY. And if they are extra smart or something, you are even more lucky.
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< Message edited by Termyn8or -- 11/10/2011 9:06:36 PM >
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, but she'll always be there to protect me. Gawd how I loved that woman, and always will. 
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