The Current - The Rivers School
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Osa Okoh // Snowy Woods<br />
Annie Reardon // anything but ordinary<br />
It all began when I was told that William Tecumseh Sherman was my great-great-great grandfather. Having no knowledge of the Civil War, I felt a sort of entitlement<br />
that one of my relatives was a Civil War general. However, in seventh grade, when I learned about William Tecumseh Sherman, I was horrified that I was “related” to a man who<br />
burnt the entire South to ash. I kept asking myself, “How did my friend Margaret Taylor come to be related to William Clark, and I had to be related to man who was despised<br />
by the entire South”<br />
My grandfather, known as “Grandpadz” is somewhat of a pathological liar. He does not lie about important things, but instead, about foolish things, for his own<br />
amusement. It was because of him that I carried the burden of my ancestry from ages twelve to sixteen. Last Thanksgiving he sat across from me at the dinner table bragging<br />
about how women with oxygen tanks find him extremely attractive (partly true), or how the week prior, the Episcopal Bishop had given him a spectacular award because of<br />
his beautiful singing voice (the award was a lie, the voice was not). When he paused from his antics, I told him that last week in history we had covered our ancestor William<br />
Tecumseh Sherman. A smile broke from the corners of his mouth as he secretly congratulated himself, for I had given him the assurance that he was still the master of trickery<br />
even at age of ninety-one. For the next ten minutes he went on and on about how William’s rifle had been passed down from generation to generation, and now that he<br />
possessed this historical artifact, he was contemplating whether to donate it to a museum...unless perhaps I had wanted it. I responded with, “Grandpadz, do you really think<br />
I would want to have the rifle that obliterated the South and helped to kill thousands of Americans !” He chuckled to himself for he had hit a nerve, and went back to his<br />
antics.<br />
After supper, Grandpadz and my mom did the dishes. Sitting in the next room over, I overheard Grandpadz say to my mom,“<strong>The</strong> Sherman legend gets em’ every<br />
time: it fooled you, and fooled your daughter.” I heard my mom laugh, for she knew Grandpadz took great pride in his tall tales such as the Sherman legend.<br />
Grandpadz has mastered this art of fibbing. He can tell you the most ridiculous story but his convincing expression could make you believe that what he is telling<br />
you came directly from a history textbook. Grandpadz has cultivated a family full of fibbers. My family tells harmless lies because we wish to make our lives more exciting--<br />
something more than ordinary. But who are we kidding I come from a family who is the farthest thing from ordinary; let’s be honest, who in his right mind would contrive<br />
a legend that his family is related to a mass murderer<br />
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