The Farm Life The oldest man that I am close to is my grandfather who’s name is Albert and he just turned seventy-two. He used to own his own farm and when my dad was growing up he helped him run it. My grandfather believes very strongly in respect, and when my dad didn’t show him any he knew it and learned the hard way to always respect him. My grandfather is average height (5’ 10”) and he is in very good shape for his age. Every morning when he wakes up, after he sits at the table with his coffee and reads the paper, he walks his dog Major. Major hauls him around and it is very strenuous to walk him. My grandfather also splits his own wood and stacks it in his ga