Apr 20, 2026

An egoism of memoirs ; Grandad's last visit

Reflections of the self: Grandad on a deathbed, something I won't upload on an LLM. To what I admit, as I like to eliminate myself in service of a community of an iteration of practice of the present times, I know it isn't everything.
Cheesy, corny parts of a life placed here are all flavour text for my more important articulations

They gave a history of his life. Here's this quote I got on a text message.

"Grandad grew up on a farm; your great-grandad was a pig farmer. He would take Grandad to the agricultural fairs in the farm truck which had Olders Farm on the side of it. He would enter his prize pigs. The most famous of which was called 'Bournes Green Maple the third'. A photo of the pig was behind his desk in his office. 

Grandad's 1st job was ________, and he had a big cart he would collect the pig muck on and sell it for fertiliser. Another job he had was human scarecrow ... he had to stand in a field and shoot the birds as they came to eat the crops. 

Grandad then went in the __________ for national service and spent 3 years in _______ operating a radar. He then went to agricultural college, where he met Granny.

He worked as a teacher and worked training farm labourers to do stuff on farms , then he married Granny and they worked in ________ , and did agricultural training with the people there. Later they went to Papua New Guinea and did the same thing there."


He looked so weak in the bed; his faint smile from past his 80's was the impression.