Charity's Blog

Life Lessons

Stories of my Father: My Grandparents

Leave a comment


“Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.”
Raquel Cepeda, Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina

When I listen to music, I find myself reminiscing of the stories my father told, about his family. The type of father he had and with each story, you could hear how much my dad adored him. There was always this never-ending bond that came through his voice with every gesture and word spoken.My grandfather had died before I was born. As a kid I wanted to know more about him so, I would be mesmerized holding on to every word.

On this day my father spoke of his parents, my grandparents and the type of relationship they had. I could see the love in his eyes as he talked about them, although he never told us what kind of wedding they had, or how long their courtship was, I always had that curiosity. It was very much a mystery! I visualized it to be spectacular I was just a kid, but my imagination ran wild. In case you have not guessed it by now, I was kind of impressionable!

 I imagined their wedding to be beautiful surrounded by their loved ones in attendance. The day was sunny and bright, and flowers were placed to adorn every inch of the home where the ceremony was to take place. Her dress was a vision of loveliness, ivory in color with embedded delicate lace over satin and the dress flowed gracefully with her every step.Her light golden brown hair worn up in a twist with a french braid that wrapped around the crown of her head, embellished in baby’s breath. She wore pearl drop earrings with a matching necklace of small delicate beads.My grandmother was fair in complexion, so I imagined that she used a little blush and lipstick which made her lips a soft shade of pink. She wore her engagement bracelets and fashioned them with such happiness as she walked down the aisle holding a beautiful bouquet of white roses in anticipation of taking her vows. My grandfather stood with pride as she walked towards him in his beige suit with a single white rose in his lapel to be in harmony with his bride.That is how I envisioned it in my mind, a mere fantasy of what may have been. 

They lived in a home with servants and a nanny to care for the children. My father described that they lived modestly, but in a child’s mind, I envisioned them living well. 

Author: charity1958

I am a writer at heart. My love for writing was discovered back in 2009. I truly believe that it is never too late to discover your passion. I am originally from the Bronx of New York and presently reside​ in Kissimmee, Florida since 1994. My interest is vast with a multitude of ideas. I look forward to writing about them and I hope you will join me as I express my views, ideas, and passion for life.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s