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Papa Was Gangster

100 years old (pencil drawing of photo)

My family has been spending Zoom time together at least twice a month during the pandemic. Initially it proved difficult to organize a day convenient with everyone’s schedule but after just one call, we all welcomed such great family time with one another. It’s been amazing and has prompted sharing of stories that may have otherwise never been told. This past Sunday the younger generations were amused to hear a surprising tale about our great-grandfather, whose 102 years lived taught us all about the blessing of family.

My great grandfather was a very protective family man who truly commanded respect. He and my great grandmother were married over 60 years and I considered them the perfect picture of love. One holiday season they attended a Christmas celebration at their senior center and upon arrival things took an interesting turn. As they were walking towards the venue, three male party guests standing near the door commented on my great grandmother’s appearance saying something like “Now that’s a good looking woman!” Well my great grandfather, all 85 years of him, walked over to that man, took him by the arm and warned “If you ever disrespect my wife again I will kick your ass.” We were shocked and laughing for a good while when I blurted “Papa was gangster!”

I could actually write a book about my great grandfather and wish I’d been wise enough to record his personal stories, in his voice, to pass down my family line. He was always jovial and told stories of his life we all thought far-fetched yet entertaining. One of my most cherished photos is of my Papa at 101 years, holding and softly singing to my 2 month old son, keeping him totally captivated.


©️2020 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half

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Written for Three Things Challenge (celebrate, welcome, day); Ragtag Daily Prompt (write); Word of the Day (share); Daily Word Prompt (jovial)

Author:

You know, writing about myself has always been a challenge. It's not that I'm unsure of who I am but rather I like people to discover me on their own. I will tell you this much - I'M REAL! I guess that's all you need to know for a first approach; stick around and you'll understand the power behind that statement. What I do is another story! I embrace life hoping to live my purpose as a mother, daughter, sister, confidante and friend; I laugh, cry, and support; I admire, like and love; I listen, read and write. Most importantly, I have faith and thank God for all of me. My intent is to inspire others using my gifts and "Don't Forget the Half" reminds me to cast nothing aside. Want to know more? Discover along with me as I live my life out loud.

3 thoughts on “Papa Was Gangster

  1. Gram was about four feet three I think. I never knew my grandmothers as both died before I was born, but I knew my grandfathers. My great grandparents (paternal) used to come for holidays and Gram would make us new frocks, and some for our dollies too!.

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  2. It’s an absolute blessing for anyone to live amongst five generations. I just imagined your Gram standing near yours Gramps, appearing small in stature but powerful in might. That’s how my grandparents were, as well. My maternal grandmother was under 5 feet and my grandfather was a military man standing tall at 6’ 5” but yet everyone knew who was really in charge.

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  3. How wonderful, and what a terrific memory. When my Mum was alive, we were five living generations. We still are, but it’s slipped sideways as her brother is the only sibling remaining on her side and on my Dad’s there are a brother and sister. I remember my great grandparents, Gram was tiny and Gramps a 6 foot 7 giant. She ruled the roost though and was a master at flicking the tea cloth.

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