I remember my grandma (Baba) teaching me manners when I was just 5 or 6. She took me to a hotel in Kindersley, Saskatchewan and bought me a cola. I think it was 5 cents. I couldn’t drink it until I said thank-you. She told me, and taught me to remember my manners, always please and thank you.
Baba was right and even for the simplest things, I remember my manners.
My parents and Grandparents taught through their actions. Family was important, and actions speak louder than words.
We never ate in front of a television, my parents taught me to try new things and do it myself. I made kites from balsa wood and newspaper. I used to play “Battleship” with my Dad and I drew 10×10 tables so we could call out the grid numbers for our “bombs”.
I hope I have done some things right teaching Classics I was taught about living and respecting others so my Baba is proud.
Life and Random Thinking 