On a sunny fall day my grandfather, Venkateswara Rao Koneru, was born, on October, 26th, 1948. His family was a line of farmers. He had learned the most valuable of lessons in this family. Although the greatest lesson of all was to never take anything for granted because you can always lose it. He did many amazing things in his life, but the most inspirational was that he was able to get to another country, start a family, and had the will to never give up. This is the story of his amazing journey that has now led him to Los Angeles, America.
Let’s start with his childhood. My grandpa grew up in 2 villages in India; one was called Satyanarayanapuram, where he stayed from ages 0-11, and the other was Idap Gulu where he resided from ages 11-15. Satyanarayanapuram was a very small village that only consisted of 50-60 families. It was amazingly green with wildlife and had very nice farmlands. Sadly these beautiful luxuries that you can get in the Village come with quite a few disadvantages. For example, this village didn’t have any running water, which meant that all their water had to be harvested from a well that they had at home; because they didn’t have irrigation canals for watering plants either, they would use a large main well which would have a large pole on top of it and would be attached to a long rope. This rope would be attached to boxes, which would help pull the bucket out of and into the water to help gather it. They didn’t have any electricity either, so everyone would use kerosene lamps for light. These are small lamps that you can carry in your hands and put on desks that run on kerosene. My grandfather didn’t have the luxury of smooth roads like we have today. The roads he had endured as a child were very bumpy and were loaded with sharp rocks. Most people would usually walk barefoot too, so that was a large inconvenience. The majority of people in this village, (apart from teachers, nurses, and doctors), were farmers. They would farm tobacco, peppers, rice plants, and vegetables. Some of these plants would have been harvested for the farmer’s family to eat, some would be harvested for their seeds, and some would be sold. The other village my grandfather lived in, Idap Gulu, was much better. This village had better roads, and the schools were nicer. Although, this village still had its share of difficulties. This village still had no electricity, they used the same irrigation system, and life was pretty much similar to the average citizen. Most people were also farmers, and the food, and caste system were the same. My grandfather's childhood was in these two villages, and he still tells me that he learned the most in these places and will never forget the many experiences he had here that he couldn’t have gotten anywhere else.
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When my grandpa was born his parents, or anyone for that matter didn’t give him a name. In fact, he didn’t have a name until he was five because in those days people, especially in the villages, would call children “the younger sister’ or “the older brother” instead of using names. They would also use nicknames. My grandfather first got his name when his aunt and uncle were enrolling him in school.
All throughout Elementary, Middle, and High School my grandfather had to walk to school on the terrible dirt roads I had told you about earlier. It was these roads on which he had to walk barefoot, 2 km to and from school. The roads he used to take didn’t have much room to spare either. Apart from these daily problems, my grandfather had his schooling was very standard, and he enjoyed a lot of it. His Elementary school, Maulknoor, only consisted of about 150 kids in total. He started going to this school in 1953 and finished in 1959. Some of his classmates were Shivaji and Bose. These were also the boys he grew up with from grades K-6, and grade 12. He would also come to have an everlasting friendship with them for the rest of his years. His worst classes in Elementary were; Art, and L.A. In art he would usually get B-‘s, B’s, and B+’s, this was not highly accepted by his family since they all had very good grades in school and would seldom get a B. In Language Arts, he would usually get better grades than art but his usual grades were in the range of A-‘s, and B’s. Whenever my grandfather got these types of grades his father or grandfather would give him more work to do on the farm, and would hit him with a stick or by hand. This would ensure that he would learn his lesson and never make these mistakes again. As for school, if my grandfather ever disrespected the teacher or didn’t follow the rules provided he would be hit with a ruler in his hand by his teacher. While Elementary had its disadvantages it also offered many classes that my grandfather enjoyed. Such as; Math, Gym, and Social Studies.
My grandfather's middle and high schools were combined into one school. He started middle school in 1959 and ended high school in 1965. He went through grades 6-9 in a school called Zilla Parishad, which was in Idap Gulu for grades 10-11 he joined a school in Satyanarayanapuram called Kota Peta. During the time he was taught at Satyanarayanapuram, some of his closest friends were Basavankara Rao, Rama Rao, Bose, and Shivaji. Basavankara Rao had dark black hair and eyes, he was a little shorter Than my grandfather and had Cocoa-colored skin. Rama Rao had dark brown hair, and eyes he was an inch or two shorter than my grandfather but always knew how to make the best of the day. In grades 10-11 when my grandfather moved to another school, Zilla Parishad located in the village Idap Gulu, some of my grandfather's best friends were Venkateswara Ramakrishna and Sekhar Yalamachilli. Sekhar was technically my grandfather's uncle even though he was a year younger than my grandfather. This is because after my grandfather was born his grandmother on his mom’s side had a child which was Sekhar. Sekhar looked much like my grandfather although he was a tad bit skinnier, and he had grown up in one village until he was 18. These were some of the nicest friends my grandfather ever had.
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