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Dad's Autobiography

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I was going through some old papers that my mom had given me to scan and look at, which I always find entertaining.  When my dad was ten years old, his teacher assigned the class to write their autobiographies.  As luck would have it, it's survived 55 years since my father wrote it, to be scanned and shared with you today.  It was assembled with blue construction paper, binder paper, tape, and photos.  :)  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.




Unaltered transcription:

Gary Warren October 21, 1957 Room 21Grade six
My Autobiography
 The Easter Bunny bought me bright and early on Easter morning 1947.  I weighted seven pounds and two and one half ounces, had dark brown eyes and hair, oh yes I forgot to tell you my name is Gary Warren.  I got my shots Oct 21, 1947 after shots I was very cranky and they rode me all over town to sooth me.   I first smiled at six weeks, laughed out loud at seven weeks I was very cheerful and I always laguhed and talked to everybody. Had cavities so Mom too…

How to Get My Grandfather's Business

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I finished my javascript class today and then Afram and I drove home early to have dinner with my grandparents. I told them I wanted to go to Cheung Hing again.  We find a spot in front, but my grandmother is having an easier time walking again, so it doesn't matter too much.

We sit down and deciding what to order goes like this...

Ba: What do you want to eat?
Grandma: I don't care.
Ba: Pick something!
Grandma: I don't care. I'll eat anything.
Afram: Get something with mushrooms or broccoli.
Grandma: (laughing because she hates mushrooms and broccoli) He knows me too well!
Ba: You gotta pick something.
Grandma: I don't care!
Ba: They don't have I don't care on the menu!
Grandma: (looking at the menu) Okay... I want... the "I don't care."


My grandfather says he's going to get flounder, much to my delight and surprise, but then he ends up ordering fried calamari again, and then I'm sad.  Afram and I order gai lan, e-mein with dried scallops, …

I don't know where those pills came from

May 1, 2012
I called my grandparents at 11:30ish today to remind them to take their pills like I've been doing for the past few weeks.  My grandfather said they were just getting out of bed.  I asked him if he'd still like to have dinner tonight and he happily agreed.  I told him I'd come pick them up at 5:30 and was planning on taking them to Cheung Hing, the new restaurant my mom showed me a couple weeks ago when we all went out together.
My grandfather called me at 4:15 telling me that my grandmother wasn't feeling well and he didn't think we should have dinner anymore. I told him that I'd just bring over food.  He and Grandma passed the phone back and forth talking to me until they agreed that I could come over and bring food.  I talked to my mom and she said she'd come with me and I told her I'd order food from Ming's. I got most of the dishes right, but I think my pronunciation as well as my understanding of "steamed chicken…

Not Quite a Thousand Pages

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It’s 3:26a, an ungodly hour if you ask me.  But, I can’t sleep.  My boyfriend is leaving for his Austria trip in less than two hours, and my grandmother is alone (well, family-less) in a nursing home because she fractured a vertebra in her back and a couple other more minor things that led up to finding the fracture.  
I was excited for yesterday to be boring.  Even now as I write this, I feel selfish and self-centered.  Oh, poor me, yesterday wasn’t boring so now I have a long entry I have to write. I would write a thousand pages if it would mean my grandmother could have her facilities back and be home enjoying her life with my grandfather.
I went to work and took mundane pictures for another blog I'm working on and realized I forgot my phone.   I went home to get it before going to the nursing home.  My phone is only ever almost dead or fully charged at home, left plugged in. It is annoying for the handful of people that call me and I’m sorry.
I turned the wrong way once exiting H…