Oh....my maternal grandfather was a self-taught engineer who designed cigarette machines. He was incredibly smart, and I wish I had learned more about making and fixing things from him (he could fix anything). He was a big reader, and he would take almost any opportunity to teach us kids. I spent part of my childhood living with my grandparents, and they insisted on family dinner every night. Conversation on current events was mandatory, even for the kids. My grandfather would question and force us to speak precisely, no matter the topic. If we used slang, he would make us restate whatever we wanted to say. Honestly, I thought he was being both mean and tedious back then but I am now grateful for that "torture."
EDIT: So, where are the Halloween pics of the past????![]()
I wish I had pictures. JJ has asked, but I haven't looked hard enough to find any yet. I won quite a few Halloween Contests... 1st and 2nd place. I lost to a Belly Dancer one year. Can you believe that?!!!
I came in 2nd to her. English was always easy for me. I enjoy the language and the Dictionary is my favorite book (now WordWeb running in the Windows Notification area). Grammar and Punctuation are important to me. I use Slang when I speak, but when I write (except for here sometimes), I'm very proper. I take advantage of shortcuts here some because it's done so much, and I play with words like prolly instead of saying probably, because I'm from the South.
But yes, those authority figures of the Youth still ring in my ears. Lessons well learned and still adhered to. Especially those from the Grandparents.
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Oh....my maternal grandfather was a self-taught engineer who designed cigarette machines. He was incredibly smart, and I wish I had learned more about making and fixing things from him (he could fix anything). He was a big reader, and he would take almost any opportunity to teach us kids. I spent part of my childhood living with my grandparents, and they insisted on family dinner every night. Conversation on current events was mandatory, even for the kids. My grandfather would question and force us to speak precisely, no matter the topic. If we used slang, he would make us restate whatever we wanted to say. Honestly, I thought he was being both mean and tedious back then but I am now grateful for that "torture."



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