My grandpa didn’t understand fiction. He grew up in a company town and was working in the mines after he completed sixth grade (12 years old). It was and is truly sad. He’d say things like why would you bother with that nonsense when someone mentioned watching a movie or reading a book.
After he was forced to retire due to dementia, he drove to the places he worked to talk to the workers about work. He did this every weekday. Dementia progressed, as it does. After far too many fender benders and running out of gas a few times in the middle of nowhere, his wife and daughter had to take the keys. After that he watched TV. He watched mostly the news, fox news and NBC nightly news. Occasionally the history channel. It was “real” so it was all that mattered.
We hardly had anything to talk about. We were politically and religiously opposite. I will say he was a union man and lifelong Democrat, so at least he wouldn’t have been down with any of the shit going on these days. I had dropped out of college and didn’t get a good paying job until after he died, so I was just a failure.
But. We finally connected when I got him to watch the show Survivorman with Les Stroud. He loved that shit. It was real.
My grandpa didn’t understand fiction. He grew up in a company town and was working in the mines after he completed sixth grade (12 years old). It was and is truly sad. He’d say things like why would you bother with that nonsense when someone mentioned watching a movie or reading a book.
After he was forced to retire due to dementia, he drove to the places he worked to talk to the workers about work. He did this every weekday. Dementia progressed, as it does. After far too many fender benders and running out of gas a few times in the middle of nowhere, his wife and daughter had to take the keys. After that he watched TV. He watched mostly the news, fox news and NBC nightly news. Occasionally the history channel. It was “real” so it was all that mattered.
We hardly had anything to talk about. We were politically and religiously opposite. I will say he was a union man and lifelong Democrat, so at least he wouldn’t have been down with any of the shit going on these days. I had dropped out of college and didn’t get a good paying job until after he died, so I was just a failure.
But. We finally connected when I got him to watch the show Survivorman with Les Stroud. He loved that shit. It was real.