A Great Man
A Great Man
My Grandpa
By Mark DeVries
For English 101
Teacher
Pat Moran
C. T. U.
My Grandpas name was Frank Marion DeVries Jr... He was born and raised in the small town of Pueblo, Colorado. He worked at Colorado Fuel and Iron, the section where he worked in was called the open hearth. It was a hard job of shoveling coal into a furnace, and it made my Grandpa a very strong man. I never could figure out why he had a red tinge to his skin. I think it was due to the heat from the furnace, kind of like a sunburn, but permanent. Grandpa married a wonderful lady named Lucille Werner. Together they raised three boys, Frank, Ted, and David. Each had traits of their own, but my Dad Frank, was the most like my Grandpa. He too shared the surname of Frank M. DeVries. On Sundays, Dad would take all of us over to Grandpas’ house for dinner. Most of the time, Grandpa would do the cooking, and occasionally steaks on the grill. Grandpa always took pride in his cooking. After dinner we all would join around his color TV and watch the weekly Walt Disney movie. Another fun thing we always did with him was go on vacation. Every summer we would load up the cars and head up to the mountains. Fishing and camping was a major part of our summer’s fun. Two places where we usually went were Dabneys’ Cabins, or O’Haver Lake. Both were his favorite spots to fish and camp. He had the patience to teach all five of his grandkids to fish, which was a very difficult task. Summer wasn’t always for fun, most of the time we ended up doing chores for him or remodeling something. Everything had to be just right. One time we poured a side walk for him. It took us about six hours to get it ready and poured. When he came out to inspect it he didn’t like it, “Tear it out and start over” he said, “It’s too thin”. Each of us was staring at each other with blank expressions on our faces. No one ever doubted Grandpa; you just did what he said. Another chore we did every summer was painting
My Grandpa
By Mark DeVries
For English 101
Teacher
Pat Moran
C. T. U.
My Grandpas name was Frank Marion DeVries Jr... He was born and raised in the small town of Pueblo, Colorado. He worked at Colorado Fuel and Iron, the section where he worked in was called the open hearth. It was a hard job of shoveling coal into a furnace, and it made my Grandpa a very strong man. I never could figure out why he had a red tinge to his skin. I think it was due to the heat from the furnace, kind of like a sunburn, but permanent. Grandpa married a wonderful lady named Lucille Werner. Together they raised three boys, Frank, Ted, and David. Each had traits of their own, but my Dad Frank, was the most like my Grandpa. He too shared the surname of Frank M. DeVries. On Sundays, Dad would take all of us over to Grandpas’ house for dinner. Most of the time, Grandpa would do the cooking, and occasionally steaks on the grill. Grandpa always took pride in his cooking. After dinner we all would join around his color TV and watch the weekly Walt Disney movie. Another fun thing we always did with him was go on vacation. Every summer we would load up the cars and head up to the mountains. Fishing and camping was a major part of our summer’s fun. Two places where we usually went were Dabneys’ Cabins, or O’Haver Lake. Both were his favorite spots to fish and camp. He had the patience to teach all five of his grandkids to fish, which was a very difficult task. Summer wasn’t always for fun, most of the time we ended up doing chores for him or remodeling something. Everything had to be just right. One time we poured a side walk for him. It took us about six hours to get it ready and poured. When he came out to inspect it he didn’t like it, “Tear it out and start over” he said, “It’s too thin”. Each of us was staring at each other with blank expressions on our faces. No one ever doubted Grandpa; you just did what he said. Another chore we did every summer was painting