A grandfather was walking through his yard when he heard his granddaughter repeating the alphabet in a tone of voice that sounded like a prayer. He asked her what she was doing. The little girl explained: "I'm praying, but I can't think of exactly the right words, so I'm just saying all the letters, and god will put them together for me, because he knows what I'm thinking."
A long time ago, my grandfather used to play blackjack with me, when I was very small, and I quite enjoyed that.
After my grandfather began to be successful, he returned to the village where he was born and founded a primary school.
All my forebears worked for a living. My grandfather painted portraits. My mother too. My aunt painted seascapes.
As my Sicilian grandfather used to say, you get more flies with honey than with vinegar, right?
Both my grandfathers were in the Navy, and I have cousins and uncles in the military, so it's something that I've always respected.
Both of my grandfathers served in World War II, both in the Pacific. One wouldn't talk about it, and one would.
Both of my grandfathers were in the service. It's one of those things that you can't be thankful enough for.
He told my grandfather yes, and he was proud of it. I think I would remember if I did that.