A Wise, Old Owl
Nathan Bodenschatz
Sharp
Essay #2
10/9/09
Sharp
Essay #2
10/9/09
It was almost not worth the trouble to ask Pap a question. His answers never came quickly, and, if I wanted the answer, I had to be willing to listen for a good bit of time to hear it. However, hearing the answer was always in my best interest. Pap, my grandpa, always gave an answer that needed to be heard. Whether or not his response was beneficial or not, he was always more than willing to provide it. Making people upset or even mad meant nothing to him. He was looking into giving out the truth, no matter what the cost.
Where all of his answers came from I may never know. Perhaps he had a great deal of knowledge because he grew up in a different time. Perhaps reading developed his wisdom. Every time we walked in the garage door, he would be sitting in the same blue Lazy-Boy chair reading a different book. Same chair. Different book. It was like clockwork. His wealth of knowledge could have come from personal experience, but it is difficult to fathom the idea of people experiencing enough in their lifetime to provide support and advice about anything and everything. It had to have been inspired by something else.
Once, I inquired about a new girl in my life. “Why are girls so complicated?” I asked. His response was one filled with anecdotes and stories of others’ experiences, but, when it came down to finally answering my question, he had no answer. Amazingly, even with all of his knowledge, he was unable to answer my question. All he could do was offer a bit of advice. He said, “All you need to know about women is that they are always right.” He was right.
Where all of his answers came from I may never know. Perhaps he had a great deal of knowledge because he grew up in a different time. Perhaps reading developed his wisdom. Every time we walked in the garage door, he would be sitting in the same blue Lazy-Boy chair reading a different book. Same chair. Different book. It was like clockwork. His wealth of knowledge could have come from personal experience, but it is difficult to fathom the idea of people experiencing enough in their lifetime to provide support and advice about anything and everything. It had to have been inspired by something else.
Once, I inquired about a new girl in my life. “Why are girls so complicated?” I asked. His response was one filled with anecdotes and stories of others’ experiences, but, when it came down to finally answering my question, he had no answer. Amazingly, even with all of his knowledge, he was unable to answer my question. All he could do was offer a bit of advice. He said, “All you need to know about women is that they are always right.” He was right.