My grandfather is a very wise and interesting man. He is about 6"0 feet tall and weighs 180 pounds. He has a baldhead and blue eyes. He was born in Crown City, Ohio way up on top of a big hill. Grandpa will be celebrating his birthday Saturday September seventh, and he will be sixty-three years old. That really does not matter to him. He said that it was "just another day".
Grandpa ran heavy equipment his entire life. He finally decided to retire last year. I was glad to see him finally decide to take a break from working. Even though he did retire, he still works everyday. He is always into something, whether it is working in hay or tobacco or just fooling around with the cows. His dad always taught him to be a hard worker. So far, he is teaching me the same thing. I try to get him to take a break sometimes, but he just says, "when a man quits working he will more than likely die".
Back in his younger day's I guess that he was a little bit wilder than what he is now. He used to drink a lot. Now though he has straightened up a lot, and goes to church every Wednesday and Sunday. He is all the time trying to make sure that I am behaving myself. I am his only grandson, so he tries to keep a good-eye out on me. He tells me that I am young, and he understands how young men are. He is trying to do what is best for me.
The outdoors is another one of his specialties. Between him and my dad teaching me everything that they know, they have made me twice the outdoorsman. I remember when grandpa used to have to carry me into the woods squirrel hunting. He has shared his fishing skills with me too. Introducing me to the outdoors is one of the greatest things that he has ever done for me. It has probably kept me out of a lot of trouble. I can never thank him enough for this.
My grandpa is also a very excellent farmer. If it is supposed to grow, he can grow it. When he was young, he had to help his family farm in order to live.