Quotes About Great-grandfather

My great-grandfather was a self-taught man, and his library was extraordinary. I read the lot.

What I am is a father, a grandfather, a great grandfather, and an artist. I am a man who loves his people and wants to go home.

You surround the dead with veneration and memory, you dream of immortality, and in your myths and legends there's always someone being resurrected, conquering death. But were your esteemed late great-grandfather really to suddenly rise from the grave and order a beer, panic would ensue.

Volkheimer's eyes open as wide as they can. Straining the blackness for every stray photon. A single piano runs up scales. Then back down. He listens to the notes and the silences between them, and then finds himself leading horses through a forest at dawn, trudging through snow behind his great-grandfather, who walks with a saw draped over his huge shoulders, the snow squeaking beneath boots and hooves, all the trees above them whispering and creaking.

My great-grandfather and his two brothers fought at Gettysburg. They were in artillery, and they survived the war, thank goodness. So I revere what they did. I think their motivations were honorable when they undertook the war and participated in it along with other Southerners.

Smoking-related heart disease runs in my family. My grandfather and great-grandfather died in their early 40s.

My grandmother was German. She was an immigrant, and my great grandfather fought in World War I and was stationed in France.

Bob lives in Marietta, Georgia and recently had the honor of becoming a great grandfather. He enjoys shooting the breeze with guests and staff at lunchtime at nearby Capozzi's New York Deli. He spends much of his time trying to make people happy with a generous assortment of terrible jokes.

died in the slave mines eighty years ago with your husband's great-grandfather, because he lacked wisdom and didn't lack heart—

My father was a great business leader and humanitarian who dedicated his life to the company and the community. He also was a wonderful family man, a loving husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. He will be greatly missed by everyone who knew him, yet he will continue to inspire us all.

My great-grandfather was in the army in India, and we have photographs of my family there in full Victorian dress. They're incredibly romantic.

My great-grandfather came here as a refugee from the pogrom in Ukraine.

Fate is what it was. Yes, fate that the book I had with me was a novel written by my great-grandfather, a text you couldn't read because my great-grandfather had put a permanent ban on any of his works being translated into English, Russian, or French. He was adamant that these three are languages that break all the bones of any work translated into them.

And as she had no tact, hated family life (that dissolvent of the little nucleus), after telling me that she remembered, long ago, seeing my great-grandfather, and after speaking of him as of somebody who was almost an idiot, who would have been incapable of understanding the little group, and who, to use her expression, "was not one of us," she said to me: "Families are such a bore, the only thing is to get right away from them