Let me start by saying that my grandpa died of a stroke 7 years ago. I was 6; I didn't take it too hard then and I still don't fret about it now. Don't think that my life is a sob story because of it.
My mom was going through a desk in my Grandma's house that used to belong to him. She found a folder containing his life story--typed on a very old (I'll get the model number later) typewriter. She wants me to re-type it, since many parts repeat on the backs of pages and there's a LOT of spelling errors. She was thinking that I could see if I can get extra credit from it for Social Studies (He was born in 1920; we're studing that era in time right now), since apparently a B+ in that class isn't good enough for her. So I agreed and am reading through it. He was a very interesting person. So far I've found out that he stuttered for 10 years because when he was a child he accidently fell down into the cellar of the chicken coop, which he didn't know was there, his father used to smuggle booze across the Polish border and come back to sell it in his hometown; and such.
I'll tell you more when I finish reading. Maybe I'll even post the re-typed copy on here...
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