Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Stormy Weather

I didn't get to see my Grandpa very often, since he lived on the other side of the country. The recollections I do have are scattered and years apart.



My oldest and fondest memory of him was when I helped Grandpa learn English. He had me read out of a picture book, pointing words out so that he could repeat them.

I was a little kid then, so I usually had no idea what he was pointing to. What's that there? A jacket, a suit? I was unsure of what exactly the word was referring to, but I dutifully pronounced it anyway.

"Blazer"?

"Blazer," he said.


1 Comments:

At 10:41 PM, Blogger Borepatch said...

What a great story.

 

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