He was my Grampa
My mom would drop me off so he could watch me as she went to work, he lived at a house in watsonville he didn't own the house, he rented a room in the back, I can still remember the smell of. I remember he would cook me roman soup he'd tear up little prices of sandwich bread and put it the soup to get me full (I was a chubby kid) I had to of been 5/6 years old. I also remember that he would give me a spoon full of bee hunny that he keep in his room it was really really sweet and good. I remember going out with him 1 morning (I must have spent the night) and we went out collecting recycling, he mad a nifty grabber hook that we used to get the can's that were far down to reach out of a wire hanger smart man because sometimes I go out recycling and I don't use anything but my hands to grab can's. I remember when we were done hitting up the spot's my grandpa would recycle at we'd head over to the oldest and only doughnut shop in watsonville and sit down and have a doughnut. He'd have a coffee and a glazed donut and my fat a** would get of course the biggest doughnut known to man, a bear claw. He didn't speak English I didn't care I would listen to him behave with him. He loved alot thats for sure, I'm sure he comes around me time to time, love you Grampa.