grandfather **
grandpa * , auch: grandsire old use , auch: oupa SAE informal

Why did their grandfather cut himself off, late in life, from his children?

Your grandfather was too old, but he knew what you came to know.

He was the one who brought me up, more a father than a grandfather.

So my grandfather asked me to be in your company a lot.

Before, his grandfather had always told him not to go on about things.

My grandfather came to see if I was all right.

He wanted his children to have their grandfather around for a very long time.

His old man is going to know for sure and he'll tell my grandfather!

A grandfather came to live with us for four years.

Three weeks ago he became a grandfather for the first time.

She could provide only a photograph of his grandfather and the woman.

He's a grandfather now, which is a thought difficult to get used to.

My father and grandfather put in all the hard work.

They set out again, but he was no longer her grandfather of old.

He was her grandfather, and she would stay with him no matter what.

Maybe he did have a little of his grandfather in him after all.

Did you ever believe such a day would come for me, Grandfather?

He is a good man, as were his father and grandfather before him.

So much about her grandfather was still not making sense.

Your grandfather was a hard man to get on with.

Grandfather is needed here, and I think he would rather have me close at hand.

And perhaps I will be a grandfather soon as well.

My grandfather came out here when he was a young man.

The only person I ever knew who came close was my grandfather.

The next year, her grandfather moved out of the house.

Who can say what's true or not in a grandpa story?

When he was well, my grandpa would take me to the park.

What would Grandpa say if he knew about last night?

The call came from my mother to tell me Grandpa was dead.

Still, Grandpa saw so much more than the rest of us.

Grandpa always had to come for me, and then the way was easy.

They met Grandpa coming around the front of the house.

As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way.

Grandpa will be happy to find the space for this.

As was to be expected, Grandpa took his son's side.

I tried not to think of leaving Grandpa all alone.

I mean, just being out here with you, Grandpa, doing something.

"You know, for getting Grandpa to come back over and find me."

So, at least, is what old Grandpa had told him.

I'll talk Grandpa into coming to the room tomorrow night.

I loved Grandpa, but she was my best friend in the world.

Find everyone waiting, your grandpa sitting at one head of the table.

"We should talk some more," Grandpa said to the other man.

Unless he went early to Grandpa and she never knew.

He said his grandpa was really into that stuff, and it worked.

My grandpa saw something while driving and wants to know.

We're helping Grandpa with some of his work for a while.

"It was supposed to be the first day my grandpa and I worked together."

I'll still never know why he did it, but that's the way Grandpa was.

That done, Grandpa went in to look at the woman: she was dead, all right.

"You could have had Grandsire order them while he was in town?"

But six months later, he saw how much older his grandsire could look.

I knew your father's father, and his grandsire before that.

"What was it that you wanted to show me without your grandsire around?"

Nor will you question me or your grandsire in public about what we have done.

I thought you would have married, and been a grandsire by this.

Your grandsire has taken me out with the flock a number of times now.

"My grandsire tells me that I have much to thank you for."

His grandsire always said two blades were better than one.

Your grandsire said I could not make an announcement immediately.

"Unless your grandsire is right, and things get much worse."

It did not come to me as a surprise, learning that he was grandsire to us all.

"I'll tell you all about it, once Grandsire gets here."

Married to a man old enough to be my own grandsire?"

He knew his grandsire would have told him not to babble.

He could be her grandsire- and no gentle or kindly one, either.

Nor did I ever hear anything of your grandsire but that he was a good and honorable man.

I'm sure grandsire wouldn't wish anything to happen to me.

When he finished, his grandsire was standing outside in the corridor.

I could see my grandsire at the head of the party, sitting straight in his saddle.

"Still, actions talk louder than words, or so our grandsire always used to say."

"So much for the eager welcome of my loving grandsire."

And possibly someone old enough to be her grandsire.

My grandsire believed she be killed and buried in the forest.

Been there since before there was a town, my grandsire said.