Memories of my grandfather -- the one who first taught me entrepreneurship (and how to play Pac-Man)
I just finished reading a moving post by @melbourneswest talking about the solitude he felt when he lost his grandfather.
I encourage you to check it out.
His post got me thinking about my own grandfather (my mom's dad) and the really close relationship we shared as I was growing up. So I decided to write briefly about some of my memories of him.
He owned a print shop and I used to spend my summers working for him there (when I was around 13 or so). He had a Pac-Man machine in the break room and we used to spend sometimes hours playing Pac-Man together after the day's work was done.
When he passed away in 2007, my mom had the Pac-Man machine shipped to me. It had been years since I had seen it and even longer since I had played it. I unboxed the crate in the garage, plugged it in, and it worked flawlessly. Shortly thereafter, though, I had to replace the memory chips.
Since then, I've had to put a new motherboard in it (due to smoke damage when my oldest son accidentally set his room on fire) and the sound sometimes turns off unexpectedly.
Now, it's in my youngest son's bedroom.
[photo is my own]
@melbourneswest's post brought back several memories to my mind. One in particular stands out (similar to @melbourneswest's 'pliers' story). My grandfather was drinking a bloody mary and sent me to the kitchen to add more bloody mary mix to his cup -- I didn't understand, and I ended up filling the cup (and it was a pretty big cup) with vodka instead. I still remember the look on his face when he took a big first drink from that cup.
Then there was the day he and I were out fishing and I was wild with my casting and accidentally stuck a treble-hooked lure in the side of his cheek. He patiently waited while I pulled the barbed hooks out.
When I completed my PhD in Entrepreneurship in 2019, I included a dedication to him at the beginning of my dissertation, because he was the first one to teach me the essence of what it means to be an entrepreneur (and also about the benefits of hard work).
Here's what I said:
Grandpa began working full-time after finishing the eighth grade, and never looked back. He was the first person to teach me about entrepreneurship. He demonstrated (to me and others) that hard work and a deep appreciation of the servitude-nature of capitalism were the keys to success in business. When I was barely thirteen years old, he allowed me to shadow him and work for him in the lithograph business that he owned and operated – a business that he transformed from a single printing press operating in a single room to a business spanning five floors of a stoic brick building on Southwest Boulevard in downtown Kansas City.
He taught me that a successful businessman understands his customers and caters to their needs, wants, and desires – that the customer is always right. But he did not mean that in a pejorative or compromising sense, never suggesting that one must endure bad behavior or mistreatment at the hands of one’s ‘customers’. Rather, he taught me that an astute businessman understands his customers – he anticipates their needs, wants, and desires – so that he can be ready and able to accommodate their last-minute demands, requests, design changes, or schedule changes. Similarly, he taught me that there is no substitute for an absolute commitment to first-time quality – there is no room for ‘cutting corners’; shabby work is simply unacceptable; do-overs are too costly to be normative – far better to do it right the first time.
Although he was extremely critical and ‘harsh’ when addressing the mistakes of others, he did so in a self-deprecating manner. How many times did I hear him say to me, “I taught you everything I know, and you’re the dumbest kid I ever saw”? Whenever I heard those words, I knew that I had messed something up – big time! But, for some reason, I never felt alone or alienated or worthless as a result; I knew that my mistakes were not fatal, that my grandfather’s love and concern for me remained full and complete, never conditional on me ‘doing everything just the right way’ – I was free to live and learn.
My grandfather demonstrated that a successful business owner never asks or expects anything from his employees that he would not be willing to do himself. He taught me the importance of rewarding each employee’s unique contributions. And, together we learned how to excel at Pac-Man (on the cocktail-table version of the game he purchased for the employee break-room, that now dons a space in our family’s rec room) – wacka wacka wacka ...
I am grateful for the memories and the great times he and I shared together.
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That's so cool. Good memories @trostparadox and great tips from your grandpa. He would be so proud of what you do now. My grandfather was a writer and he taught me how to read and write urdu. I also learned how to be a little more empathetic towards other people, all thanks to him.
Beautiful post, our grandparents are such influential people in our lives and I'm glad that you too have such a wonderful memory to share in.
May his soul rest in peace amen.
Sometimes our parents, grandparents or wards had really unique ways of actually teaching us and sometimes it actually remains with us for a very long time. We wouldn't really say he was harsh, he probably had his own way of teaching you and that actually remained or stayed with you.
Those memories would surely live with you forever even though he had actually passed away.
I see you're still on that enterpreneurship train till now, great to see how you attributed the man you became to him.
There's a lot of memories you still hold of your dad. The Pac-Man machine, the printer, and the business lessons, these are things that make us smile or cry each time we miss their presence. Your dad played his part, it's now your turn to do the same.
Thanks for sharing @trostparadox,
We are not so alone when we share our lose. How awesome that must be to have a grandfather who enjoyed pac man and fishing together even at some cost. You should be proud to start from a printing press... a modern Benjamin Franklin^^
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A lesson I learned from this post: Never expect from your employee what you are not willing to do.
What a great post! Thanks for sharing.
Your grandfather sounds like he was a very good man. Great to have someone like him in your life.
Grand parents are the best part of our lives.but it is just that a time may come.they gotta go.i miss my grandparents too
Grandparents mark our lives, I have a grandchild and I try as much as possible to spend quality time with him, giving him lots of love and spoiling him and when I remember mine a smile is drawn in me and my eyes fill with tears and I just tell them that I love and miss them.
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wow that must have ugh --- ouch. just thinking about it
this is too intriguing for you to randomly toss in there without explanation
your dedication is incredible in many ways, but specially, in the knowledge given to listeners/readers
it's so short, yet transfers so much wisdom
I've recently come to understand the "the customer is always right" through my recent business activities. the explain he's given is very eloquent and it helps me greatly
I like how he's harsh but caring and how it's obvious it strengthened you a ton
My son was charging the battery for his airsoft rifle (unattended). He was using an incompatible charger which caused the battery to catch fire. The battery caught a pile of clothes on fire. Fortunately, one of my other sons smelled the smoke and came and got me. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and extinguished the flames just a few minutes after it started. However, everything in the room was smoke damaged, including the Pac-Man machine.
If we had not been home at the time, it probably would've burned the house down.
That same day, my youngest daughter fell from the top of a jungle gym and hit her head on a metal railing on the way down, and ended up in the emergency room. Fortunately she was okay.
It was quite a day, though.
WOW! I'm always taking the "use the charger from the box" instruction seriously from now on. jesus! also, sorry that happened to her. must have been scary
I'm so sorry for the loss. I could remember when I lost my dad ?( He was assassinated and gun down in cold blood ) I came back from vacation then and the next day he was gone although he taught me so many things about Life. Farming, little about crypto currency, more about family lifestyle and also economics. @trostparadox I followed you.