I’m sorry, you just remind me of someone. (Rose) Old boyfriend? (Gallagher) No, my great-grandfather. (Rose) That’s not particularly flattering. I thought I looked rather good for my age. (Gallagher)
We have started calling him grandfather.
A story must be told in such a way that it constitutes help in itself. My grandfather was lame. Once they asked him to tell a story about his teacher. And he related how his teacher used to hop and dance while he prayed. My grandfather rose as he spoke, and he was so swept away by his story that he began to hop and dance to show how the master had done. From that hour he was cured of his lameness. That's how to tell a story.
In fact, Darwin's own grandfather anticipated the central tenet of Lamarckism by some seven years: "All animals undergo perpetual transformations; which are in part produced by their own exertions. . . and many of these acquired forms or propensities are transmitted to their posterity. "
We will never forget those like my great-grandfather who fought at Vicksburg.
There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew, Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in.
My grandfather was not a musician but he was an artist - a painter, a decorative painter.
My family was very encouraging, and both of my grandparents were both beautiful singers. My grandmother was a coloratura soprano, and my grandfather was an Irish tenor in a barbershop quartet.
My grandfather had been a newspaper reporter, as was my uncle. They were pretty good writers and so I thought maybe somewhere down the line I would do some writing.
Of this blest man, let his just praise be given, Heaven was in him, before he was in Heaven.
My grandfather was dying, and told the family he had decided to die. . . . At that moment I wanted so badly to write and tell him that he was never going to die, that somehow he would always be present in my life, because he had a theory that death didn't exist, only forgetfulness did. He believed that if you can keep people in your memory, they will live forever. That's what he did with my grandmother.
This is not to say that the Scots are not fine people, but they were all sort of. . . well, my grandfather was a minister and sort of Protestant, and this was rather depressing to me.
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk and condense No layoff from this condensery.
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.
One woman and one man might have been OK in your grandmother's day, but who wants to marry your grandmother? Not even your grandfather!
My grandfather was a cop in Long Island. I often try to draw on things that I've heard about him.
My grandfather is hard of hearing. He needs to read lips. I don't mind him reading lips, but he uses one of those yellow highlighters.
When I sat there in 1971 and watched my grandfather open Walt Disney World, I was a little 11-year-old girl who worshiped the ground he walked on. You probably couldn't have found much daylight between the NRA and the Disney company.
I was never accepted into certain parts of New England society because my grandfather was an Irish barkeep.
Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.