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    145 KB Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)10:03 No.13493027  
    pic not related, theres no pic related to my story

    My grandpa was a great man. He was a warorphan, grew up in the bombed out cities of germany, made be with herding cattle. He was a simple boy, who enjoyed electronics.

    He never received any education, except for the craft he learned - to be an electrician.

    After being done with his apprenticeship he left Augsburg, came to Frankfurt with nothing but 100DM in his pocket, noone he knew, nothing. He started in a garage, inventing controllers for elevators, slowly expanding, ever expanding.

    He married relatively young, built a big house for his gorgeous wife, for the 3 sons they had, but the marriage wasn't to last, he was working day in and day out, always working.

    My dad was always a modelling guy, but mainly interested in electrical stuff: Railways etc pp, but he still did enjoy building scenery for his railways.

    My granddad was a whole different caliber.

    He'd let me be alone in the workshop in our company, as a 4 years old, burn my hands and cut my arms, he'd build magnetically propulsed Trains with me, he'd build trains propelled and kept in the air by rotors, riding on steel cables, he'd do casting of little tin-soldiers, he'd build castles out of plywood and styrofoam and cement with me.

    He was the one who also got me into painting, first on the stuff we built, later on satin-cloth, stuff you could use as scarfs etc, he'd always be building something.
    >> Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)10:03 No.13493031

    He was a war-orphan with no education, but he built up a company of roughly 100 employees, plus temps and sub-companies working for us in remote places.

    I was with him, when he died tonight, he asked me, wether or not the crib (with baby jesus, with the three kings all carved out of wood, meticulously painted) was running (it had angelic choirs, light, etc, it had a moving star).

    He had cancer, from then do his death it didn't take an hour. A doctor was there, said he should be fine for today, I was with him, he couldn't speak anymore for a week now, he was just lying there, heavy breathing, and suddenly it changed.

    I got up and checked on him, he had foam in his mouth, on his lips, I cleared it out, he was still breathing, I called the doctor, it took him 5 minutes to come over, but he was already gone.

    I was alone with him, with the Man who did so many great hobby projekts, who made me a traditioal gamer.

    I am sad, /tg/, do you have some awesome project that could cheer me up?
    >> Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)10:07 No.13493061
    manly tears man :'(
    probably take it to /b/, edit out the cities, those guys did have a hearth when I had a tough time
    >> Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)10:08 No.13493064
    Your antecendants didn't ask for projects to latch onto, they made their own ground and wrote their name large into history. Follow their example and find your own path man. Build your own project and make em proud.

    Build a bird box, build a house for orphans, build a giant cock made of lego big enough to be seen from space. Build something that screams "Me and Mine"
    >> Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)10:11 No.13493081
    I'll actually be busy doing what my father and his brothers have done with my grandfathers heritage - I'll dedicate my life to our company I figure, and I'll do as my father and his brothers have done: I'll make it larger, more efficient, more humane, I'll always make sure that every and all of our employees feel like being part of a big family...
    >> Magus O'Grady 01/12/11(Wed)10:13 No.13493100
    I'm sorry for your loss. Your grandfather sounds like a great man, and the world is a little colder, and a little bleaker, without him in it. But even with this loss, I'm certain you will take up his legacy, and honor his memory.
    >> Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)10:13 No.13493105

    >I'll dedicate my life to our company

    That what you really want man? If so great fortune to you, but if not...

    I doubt your forebeards would begrudge you for blazing your own trail, successful or not
    >> Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)10:48 No.13493441
    I also had a grand father who was a self made man like yours OP. He was just a city urchin in bombed out London with 3 sisters and then was scooped up to be sent out into the country side with all the other children. By the end of the war he married and became an electrician, just like yours OP, nothing fancy to begin with just going around the town and helping people out for a little money then he joined a company and got a professional formation. Unfortunately, the polluted London air gave him chronic asthma and he was laid low for a year. For him this meant it was time to move on.

    So, he, his wife and a young daughter left for South Africa. There they hoped to live a better life and what a life it was, he started out an electrician again and became the regional head. When the company went down due to the trade embargoes during Apartheid he changed line of work and started selling cars. He did this for quite a few more years, but then came the end of an era. As he sat on his porch listening to the radio announcing the freedom which would now engulf South Africa he decided he needed to change jobs again. He became the local representative for ten years. I would visit every summer and would talk a lot with him some of the best times I have had were just talking with him about life the universe and everything. That's when the sickness started. Just a few tremors to begin with nothing noticeable but, he knew he saw it coming and hated it all the more. I could see it as well it was creeping across him slowly draining him and possessing his body.
    >> Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)10:56 No.13493513

    Every year I came with my parents and could see more and more clearly what was happening. Soon he could no longer stand on his own without falling over, he had to eat with a bib just like a baby because he shook to much though the worst of it was that he saw and understood every minute of what was happening. He would lie on the couch and tremble with a distant look in his eyes remembering what once was. Then, one winter day we received a phone call, it was over he died of exhaustion and brain damage, Parkinson's had worn the man out and poisoned his mind.

    I laid him to rest myself.
    >> Anonymous 01/12/11(Wed)17:02 No.13497011

    /tg/ needs to read this.

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