My grandfather was a very strong personality. He certainly ruled his household with an iron fist, even though it was often gloved in velvet!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My grandmother was very fierce and gruff. She was quite small, but she was very wide.
My father wasn't a cruel man. And I loved him. But he was a pretty tough character. His own father was even tougher - one of those Victorians, hard as iron - but my dad was tough enough.
My grandfather was a very elegant individual. My father also. He was a lawyer and farmer in Cuba. In Miami, he had to go to work wherever he could. But whenever it was time to go out, you saw how they cared for how they looked.
My father could be very strict, but very fair. His father was the same. We all respected my grandfather; he was the head of the clan. Every morning, we all had to say good morning and kiss his hand. But not me. I jumped on his lap and bit him.
My father was very intense, passionate and over-the-top. He was my hero and my tyrant.
My grandmother was a huge influence on me and the fact that there was this very strong, rather formidable presence of women in my life has been an enormous value.
My mother was an artist and highly strung, whereas my father was much calmer.
My father was one tough man.
My father was a very warm, gregarious, sociable person who had many interests. He lived his life very much in the present, full of activities and the next project. He had many hobbies. He was not given to retrospection.
My Aunt Marsha ruled the family with a rod of iron. She was one wicked, mean woman.