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Grandpa was good with his hands, and there were always wood sheds in the back for all the various projects he was working on or for repairs around the house, and this was when doing it yourself was necessary or the family would end up broke otherwise. I remember is a patient man who would allow me to tag around after him while he worked around the house, and he would stop every so often to show me what he was doing or explain something when I asked him to. By then, he was already an old man past his prime, a retired school teacher whose passion was carpentry, but in his advanced years he had learned to take it slow and indulge in the things that he loved best, which were time and his large family. Of the ten kids that he had raised with Grandma, nine had grown into adulthood and had families of their own, but everyone often came home to celebrate special occasions or while away weekends in the big house that made for many noisy but very happy reunions. My uncles and aunties all agree that although it was not an easy life while growing up, what with the family so huge and barely getting by, the stories that proved their parents’ dedication and love for each other and the family are very inspiring and worth repeating. I cherish the memories of the time with my Grandpa, who had mellowed with age as my cousins keep telling me he used to be so strict with them when they were younger and staying in the big house during school breaks. They’d say I was even his favorite, but since I wouldn’t really know, I’m just thankful that I got to know someone as strong as my Grandpa, someone inspiring and worthy of emulation.