My Grandpa Mendel
By Avtalya Rose Feldman
grandpa Mendel was an amazing man. He lived through so much, good and bad. He
and his wife Frieda had the courage, and persistence to flee
thatís not how I remember my grandpa. I remember his last four years. He moved
Mendel was also a fabulous chess payer. He would go to the chess tournaments and always come home with trophies. He would invite children over and teach them how to play chess. He was always encouraging. When my mom was really busy my grandpa would come and pick us up from school. He would come in his little white Volvo, always reminding my sister and me how one day that would be our car. He was a huge part of all of our lives. Mendel had missed out on a lot of his childrenís childhoods, because he was constantly working, so this was his chance to experience it with us. To some people, my grandpa was a leader, to some he was a star chess player, or a wonderful member of the community, and to some he was a good friend. But to me he was my grandpa an amazing, righteous, kind, and courageous person. And I will never forget all the wonderful times we had together.