Sunday, May 20, 2012

Hurschel Powell - Grandfather

GRANDFATHERS
You hear about grandmothers all the time because they are awesome, but grandfathers are just as significant in a child’s life. Boys need their fathers and grandfathers, but girls need healthy opposite sex relationships, too. These relationships are essential to a girl’s emotional growth and often determine how they (females) relate to men as adults.
I feel connected to both my grandfathers even though they passed away years ago. Frank Dugan, my maternal grandfather, passed away when I was around six months old. We lived with my grandparents the first few months of my life. (You can see their home in my sidebar.) I’ve always felt a connection to my Grandpa Frank, but that will be a story for another time.  
Today, I write about my other grandfather Hurschel Powell who holds a very special place in my heart. He was a farmer. He was in the military. But, most importantly to me, he was an excellent grandfather.
MEMORIES
When I was 3 or 4 years old (I think) my grandfather needed to go to town 20 miles away. And he took me with him. I remember feeling happy that I got to go with him. I remember a couple of things about that day:
·         I rode in the middle of the front seat switching from standing in the seat to kneeling. I could see better that way. No seatbelts in the car then. Car seat? What was that?
·         I liked walking hand in hand with him, but my favorite part was when he lifted me in his arms and carried me. I could be right next to his heart and pleasant face.
·         He let me pick out a toy. I chose a tiny glass doll.
Other memories of my grandpa:  
·         He took my brother and me for rides on his tractor.
·         He was never cross with me. When my grandmother would scold me or tell me I couldn’t do something, he would explain why it needed to be that way.
·         He was very handsome.  
·         He was tall.
·         He took me fishing in a creek on the farm.  
·         He knew who I was as a child and let me be me.
INFLUENCE
I knew my grandfather loved me. His hugs said it. His attention to me said he cared. In the last months of his life when he was bedridden from Parkinson’s disease and I sat by his bed painting my fingernails, he couldn’t talk easily but the twinkle in his expressive eyes told me how much he loved me. I was 12 years old and was still a fan of his.
I've seen in my dad these past years reflections of my grandfather. That's a good thing.
SIGNIFICANCE OF FAMILY
The influence of family is significant to a child. We know that healthy family connections contribute to a child’s well being. Children learn some of their identity from their parents and extended family members as well.  Healthy family relationships teaches a child useful strategies for living life.  
Whether you're a parent, aunt or uncle, a grandparent or whatever your role is to a child, do it well.
  

5 comments:

Linda Jackson said...

Such a sweet story, and I love the pics, especially the house. Thanks for the reminder of how special grandfathers are in our lives. Mine sure was. :)

Journaling Woman said...

Thanks, Linda, glad you enjoyed it.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Teresa .. what a lovely post - and so interesting to read about your grandfather - who was obviously a delightful man in all ways. I'm so pleased you had a part of your childhood with him.

Families are so important - and it's so important as an adult or older person to set standards for the young to follow, but to fully support them too and be there for them as mentors ... something, so often missing .. yet parents and family come first ..

I didn't know mine ..

Cheers Hilary

Brenda Kay Ledford said...

This is such a sweet story about your grandfather. I love the layout and background of your blog. It is very impressive. I'm glad I found your blog. I also live in the country, and enjoy your rural stories.

Pat Carroll Marcantel said...

Great post! Wish I had known at least one of my grandfathers...oh, not the one who was an alcoholic, although I'm sure he had a few redeeming qualities.
From one country gal to another