Fearless Friday: Sean Pethybridge

Talking with Sean Pethybridge ’15, one could easily assume his interest in agriculture and food justice developed at a very young age. Sean confesses that he had very limited knowledge prior to attending Gettysburg. “My grandpa had a garden and the most experience I had with that was picking green beans during the summer time when I was younger,” he jokes. [excerpt

Grandpa\u27s Ghost

My cousins lived in my grandma’s basement for a little while and say it is haunted by my grandpa. They say that when they were living down there they could consistently hear weird sounds from random objects like doors closing and so on. They say they could also hear music playing that didn’t seem to originate from a place that they could see. Since they’ve had those experiences they’ve always said that the weird occurrences came from the ghost of my grandpa who is clearly haunting the house

Lysdexic

So dyslexia is very prominent in my family um we got I my grandpa has dyslexia my mom and dad both have dyslexia my little brother has dyslexia um cousins. I mean everybody in my I swear half my family has dyslexia um and so… but my grandpa to save his life cannot say “dyslexia”. Um he calls it “lysdexia”, or “lysdexic” he’s “lysdexic”. Um and so it’s kind of it’s it’s kinda funny because dyslexic people are teased all the time for reversing things or saying doing things backwards writing letters in reverse order um. And my grandpa can’t say “dyslexia” so it’s like the perfect example of what dyslexia is. Is lysdexic or lysdexia um. So we…all of our family teases and jokes like, “Ah!” or you know I’ll write something wrong or type a number in wrong be like “Ah! I’m just lysdexic.” Um it’s kind of our joke, our play on words um and it’s not meant to tease grandpa it’s just “Oh that’s what it is your lysdexic.

Transcript of A Rough Landing with My Grandpa

This story is an excerpt from a longer interview that was collected as part of the Launching through the Surf: The Dory Fleet of Pacific City project. In this story, Terri Stiles recounts a memorable rough landing in her grandpa Gil Siler’s dory, the Noaloa

What We Find in the Sea

Personal essay in which the author recounts his struggle to come to terms with his lack of grief over his grandfather’s death

Grandpa\u27s move

Grandpa had a stroke. My dad’s voice echoed across a vast distance and my hand tightened around the phone. I heard my voice respond sympathetically, a reflex. It was like hearing something sad on the news, but what do you do? My parents are divorced, my dad lives thousands of miles away, and I barely know my grandpa