Email Service Notes 1st September (Celeste)

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My grandfather was born in 1920’s and he joined the CPLA in 1930’s when he was a teenager. During the 2nd World War, he fought against the Japanese army who invaded China and he is a hero of my entire family. After the war, my grandfather went back to his hometown and lived in a veteran retirement village that built by the government. There were about 80 families and one people each family is a soldier who used to fight together with my grandfather side by side.
I spent half time of my childhood in that village and made a lot of friends of whom some are at my age and some are at my grandparents’ age. A little memory goes a long way and I often recall the wonderful moments I experienced there after I was grown up.
My grandfather passed away in 1997 when he was only 76 and since then I became to be care about the population in that village. After graduation I came to Shanghai and I go home twice a year. Almost every time I went home, I was told someone passed away and now there are no more than 10 families left in that village.
My grandmother who is 83 is still living there and fortunately she has a few friends live in her neighborhood. Grandpa Zhang who is around 75 is the youngest one of them and he is the only boy of them so he thinks he has the responsibility to take care of the girls. He brings breakfast every morning to his neighbors not only to bring them something to eat but also to make sure everyone wakes up this morning.

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My grandfather was born in the 1920’s and he joined the CPLA in the 1930’s when he was a teenager. During the 2nd World War, he fought against the Japanese army who invaded China, so he is a hero to my entire family. After the war, my grandfather went back to his hometown and lived in a veteran retirement village that was built by the government. There were about 80 families and one person from each family was a soldier who used to fight together with my grandfather, side by side.
I spent half of my childhood in that village and made a lot of friends of whom some are my age and some are my grandparents’ age. A little memory goes a long way and I often recall the wonderful moments I experienced there after I grew up.
My grandfather passed away in 1997 when he was only 76 and since then I started to care about the population in that village. After graduation I came to Shanghai and I go home twice a year. Almost every time I went home, I was told someone passed away and now there are no more than 10 families left in that village.
My grandmother who is 83 is still living there and fortunately she has a few friends living in her neighborhood. Grandpa Zhang who is around 75, is the youngest of them and he is the only man so he thinks he must take care of the women. He brings breakfast every morning to his neighbors not only to bring them something to eat but also to make sure everyone wakes up in the morning.

Hi Carol – Great story. Almost brings me to tears! Great job!

-Celeste