Walter Rego
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My grandfather was an Italian immigrant and sounded like Chico Marx when he spoke. I never heard him swear except to use the epithet "son of a pup".
Grandpa and the "F" word
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gdnagle
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I totally agree with you and don't allow it around my house.
Just about my whole family worked in the shipyards including myself. I don't ever remember any of my grandfathers, uncles, my father or older brother using any language. What very little I ever used was never around any woman. Now I can't say the same about my daughters but they don't use any around me but every now and the I'll catch a word or two when they talk to their friends or their sister. And I've heard them tell their friends when they bring them around that I don't go for that so they are pretty good about now using any language but they think the frig*** word doesn't count until I let them know otherwise. I guess it was part of my family not to use language and especially around women.
Bullzaye
US Veteran
You guys were fortunate to have that much time with your grandparents. One of my Grandfathers passed when my Mother was still a young child, one Grandmother died when I was 3, and the other 2 grandparents died a month apart, just a few months after my 5th birthday. I barely remember any of them, and can't recall 2 words that were spoken between us.
Tim
Tim
My granddaddy was born in 1898 and lived until the age of 60. I was not quite four when he died. I still have good memories of him, like riding with him in his 1952 Buick and him playing the harmonica.
My barber growing up was a retired Army 1st sergeant. He had served with my granddaddy in the late 19teens and early 1920s. He told me several times that my granddaddy was one of the finest men he had ever known and that everyone liked and respected him. That meant a lot to me.
"Uncle" Al Foy, my barber, was an interesting man as well. He had lost part of his ear in WW I and while he was cutting your hair, he was prone to grab your ear and comment that he needed an ear!
He rose to the rank of 1st sergeant and during WW II, he was promoted to colonel.
My barber growing up was a retired Army 1st sergeant. He had served with my granddaddy in the late 19teens and early 1920s. He told me several times that my granddaddy was one of the finest men he had ever known and that everyone liked and respected him. That meant a lot to me.
"Uncle" Al Foy, my barber, was an interesting man as well. He had lost part of his ear in WW I and while he was cutting your hair, he was prone to grab your ear and comment that he needed an ear!
He rose to the rank of 1st sergeant and during WW II, he was promoted to colonel.chaparrito
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I didn't know either of my grandfathers well, both having passed when I was very young. My maternal grandma taught me lots of lessons though and I adored her. One day at the age of 5 I dropped an F bomb. She sat me down on the edge of the bathtub and said " one day you'll be a man and sometimes men use language like that. If you're old enough to use those words you're old enough to know when to NOT use them, and one place you never use those words is around your wife, mother and grandmother." Then she made me brush my teeth with Lava Soap almost till my gums bled. She lived to be 100 and I never said so much as "darn" around her again.
Actually, that's a "p" word. The "p" in pshaw is silent like the "p" in swimming pool.
fiasconva
US Veteran
I rarely heard my granddad use any kind of profanity. But once in a while he would get his dander up and erupt. If he said an individual was a no-good *** you can bet your life that he was.
