If I would bring one person back to life, it would be my grandpa. Although I was born in 1993, he passed away on his birthday (December 5) in 1995. The only memory I have of my grandfather is through family photos and scrapbooks and stories told by my mother of the times I shared with him. He is regarded with immense respect and admiration whenever he is mentioned by anyone in our household.
I have heard many stories regarding his early life and the years leading up to his death, particularly the two years between my birth and his death. He was born on Saipan on December 5, 1937. He spent most of his childhood during the Japanese occupation during the Second World War. His childhood was filled with bloodshed and war, which I believe to be the reason behind the amount of respect he was supposedly given as en elder of our community. At the age of 5, he was crossing foxholes and bombed fields with my great-uncle in order to procure food for my great grandmother and father.
After the Mariana Islands won their independence and joined the United States as a protectorate, my grandfather decided to pursue an education. He studied agriculture at the University of Guam as well at various schools in the Pacific. He co-founded the CNMI Department of Agriculture after he graduated from college and was awarded a high ranking position in the department.
He married my grandmother after he completed his education in 1959 and started a small farming business with a piece of land inherited from my great-grandfather. The inherited property located in Gualo Rai started off with about 6 acres of soil-rich land until my grandfather started to domesticate sweet potatoes, pineapples, papayas and other types of farm-grown produce which prompted him to expand his land to the present amount of 8.5 acres. I respected my grandfather greatly due to his perseverance and devotion. His devotion resulted in him making a profitable family business which still exists today and securing his family’s future financially.
If I would bring one person back to life, it would be my grandfather because I wish he would teach me how to be a better man.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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