Author Information
My Grandfather’s Chain
All I can remember about my grandpa was a gold chain that he has have since I was a little kid. He had it on his neck, whether if it was raining or if it was snowing; if he had a wedding or if he keep on going. He never takes off that chain. It was like a treasure for him because his father gave it to him. It was a great piece of treasure that he loved to show off, and every Saturday he showed it to all his grandsons. He could have the worst day ever, but he would still be wearing his chain. He didn’t care were he was going; he would rather not go to a place, than going without his chain on. That simple little piece of gold had a great meaning for him, and if a grandson asked him about his chain he started to tell you all the story of the chain (why does he has it, why should you be proud about it, where it came from, etc.). Once a person attacked him, but he gave him everything he had except the chain; This chain was the reason of his existence. He might loose, or he might win, but with his chain always in. he wouldn’t let any stranger touch it. If one of his grandsons touch it without cleaning his hands first, he get mad, because it was a disrespectful move towards the chain. He wanted everyone in the family feel the same as he felt towards the chain; maybe he did, now my father has one exactly the same as the one of my grandpa, he says it symbolizes the effort our ancestors did to have a good family here in Mexico. My grandfather loved a lot his chain, and always got excited when someone told him ‘what a great chain’, but for me… it was just a simple and old chain. Maybe when I grow older, I can find the meaning of the chain and start to appreciate it as it disserves to be appreciated.
