How well did you know your grandparents?
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Rambrat
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Both my grandfathers died by the time I was 12. They lived in Baltimore, we lived in Orlando. I never really got to know them. Now one grandmother...she was evil...the other, slightly off her rocker.
The grandmothers...evil and slightly...lived longer...but both died when i was in my early twenties.
I do remember my one grandfather telling me to come over to him and to hold out my hand. He would take my hand gently...then flick the ash from his cigarette into my hand. he needed an ash tray....*sigh* the memories...
Have i told you that I adore you?
The grandmothers...evil and slightly...lived longer...but both died when i was in my early twenties.
I do remember my one grandfather telling me to come over to him and to hold out my hand. He would take my hand gently...then flick the ash from his cigarette into my hand. he needed an ash tray....*sigh* the memories...
Have i told you that I adore you?
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My uncle, at 60, is the oldest living member of our family.
One grandfather died before I was born of a heart attack, and my paternal grandparents died when I was young.
My maternal grandmother died a few months ago. She was rather evil and bitter. She'd had the worst life of anyone I've ever met, and it made her nasty. My great-grandmother was alive until I was about ten, but nobody ever told me she existed until after she was dead because she was, according to stories, a crazy murdering bitch.
One grandfather died before I was born of a heart attack, and my paternal grandparents died when I was young.
My maternal grandmother died a few months ago. She was rather evil and bitter. She'd had the worst life of anyone I've ever met, and it made her nasty. My great-grandmother was alive until I was about ten, but nobody ever told me she existed until after she was dead because she was, according to stories, a crazy murdering bitch.
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Both of my grandfathers died more than 30 years before I was born. Both grandmothers died within two weeks of each other the year I turned 7. My folks had moved to the East Coast and both grandmothers were I the Chicago area and I only remember seeing them once when I was 4 or 5 years old.
Not having had any grandparents kind of inspired me to persue my family geneology as a way to "connect"...
Not having had any grandparents kind of inspired me to persue my family geneology as a way to "connect"...
calypso_21
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I've had more grandparents than most in my life...I've had my mother's parents, my father's mother and grandparents, my stepfather's parents and grandfather, my stepmothers parents AND step parents. Everyone of them considered me their grandchild or greatgrandchild.
I also had Constantine...my mother's later boyfriend's grandfather. This old man I adored and to this day he is well remembered by a little girl who loved to learn russian at his feet.
My mother's mother taught me to love reading and writing. She bought me my first dictionary when I was six to help me with my reading and vocabulary. I hated staying at her house as I had to play scrabble with her...she always won...until I got to high school. I finally won a game. She was an interesting woman who grew up in New York the daughter of immigrants from Germany, during the Roaring 20's...my grandmother was a flapper. I even have one of her outfits. This blew my mind. She left me her diary when she died. I need to write about her someday. She had some wild adventures. (my grandfather didn't really influence me much. They'd been seperated all my life and he was too busy with his social activities.)
My father's mother was a very religious woman. My grandfather had died a year before I was born. He was a minister. My father had even gone to seminary but changed his mind, like father like daughter, Anyway. My grandmother taught me manners and respect for others. To listen and not judge but to be open and caring. She was very active in her church and visiting her as I often did I too was involved in those activities. I have a love of being with people and sharing with them now. Not religious thoughts and views but just being with people and learning from them. She taught me how to grow up too, but she never got to see that part.
My stepgrandparents taught me that people have a great capacity for loving others.
Sheesh I could ramble on and on about that generation. I have tons of memories and things I've taken from each of them. This is definitely a topic I can expound upon.
I also had Constantine...my mother's later boyfriend's grandfather. This old man I adored and to this day he is well remembered by a little girl who loved to learn russian at his feet.
My mother's mother taught me to love reading and writing. She bought me my first dictionary when I was six to help me with my reading and vocabulary. I hated staying at her house as I had to play scrabble with her...she always won...until I got to high school. I finally won a game. She was an interesting woman who grew up in New York the daughter of immigrants from Germany, during the Roaring 20's...my grandmother was a flapper. I even have one of her outfits. This blew my mind. She left me her diary when she died. I need to write about her someday. She had some wild adventures. (my grandfather didn't really influence me much. They'd been seperated all my life and he was too busy with his social activities.)
My father's mother was a very religious woman. My grandfather had died a year before I was born. He was a minister. My father had even gone to seminary but changed his mind, like father like daughter, Anyway. My grandmother taught me manners and respect for others. To listen and not judge but to be open and caring. She was very active in her church and visiting her as I often did I too was involved in those activities. I have a love of being with people and sharing with them now. Not religious thoughts and views but just being with people and learning from them. She taught me how to grow up too, but she never got to see that part.
My stepgrandparents taught me that people have a great capacity for loving others.
Sheesh I could ramble on and on about that generation. I have tons of memories and things I've taken from each of them. This is definitely a topic I can expound upon.
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Well both of my grandfathers died with in days of each other right before my fifth birthday. I have fond memories of one and no memories of the other. My maternal grandma died 5 years ago yesterday. I have wonderful memories of spending vacations with her on the farm growing up. My Paternal grandmother is alive..but has never really been a grandma to me, she is remarried now, but I don't know her husband at all. So the only grandparent I have now really is my husbands grandma and she is a sweetheart and I love her like my own!
I really envy those of you that still have grandparents.
I really envy those of you that still have grandparents.
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Paternal grandfather died of Luekemia about 16 years before I was born
Paternal grandmother died about 7 years ago.. she was my favorite grandmother, I adored her so much. My sister and I got to spend the night often in her trailer park residence for older people. She taught us how to play cards, knit, and make crafty stuff.
Maternal grandfather died about 4 years ago.. he was very, VERY old school.. and a God fearing man. He quit school in the 6th grade, not knowing how to read.. but I can tell you he's read the bible hundreds of times over, from front to back. Good, solid, meek- but hardworking man. His parents came direct from Germany, and that's about as close as I get to knowing my heritage.
Maternal grandmother is alive, but probably not for much longer. We don't see her often though she only lives about 30 minutes away. She's a kook. Oh, and don't eat her cookies, they're bound to have stray hairs in it.
Maternal step-grandfather is alive, and well.. and putting up with my kook grandmother. I remember he used to drive the city buses.. so everytime we'd go to visit, when we were kids, my sister and I would act out the 'Wheels on the Bus' song I wonder how many times he had to endure it before it drove him nuts 
Paternal grandmother died about 7 years ago.. she was my favorite grandmother, I adored her so much. My sister and I got to spend the night often in her trailer park residence for older people. She taught us how to play cards, knit, and make crafty stuff.
Maternal grandfather died about 4 years ago.. he was very, VERY old school.. and a God fearing man. He quit school in the 6th grade, not knowing how to read.. but I can tell you he's read the bible hundreds of times over, from front to back. Good, solid, meek- but hardworking man. His parents came direct from Germany, and that's about as close as I get to knowing my heritage.
Maternal grandmother is alive, but probably not for much longer. We don't see her often though she only lives about 30 minutes away. She's a kook. Oh, and don't eat her cookies, they're bound to have stray hairs in it.
Maternal step-grandfather is alive, and well.. and putting up with my kook grandmother
. I remember he used to drive the city buses.. so everytime we'd go to visit, when we were kids, my sister and I would act out the 'Wheels on the Bus' song I wonder how many times he had to endure it before it drove him nuts 
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We lived with my dad's parents for 7 years after my parents divoreced (my dad got custody of my sister and I) so they were almost like my parents. I remember my grandpa pulling us around the neighbor hood in our little red wagon, walking us up to the store downtown...l have lots of wonderful memories. My grandma always baked her own bread when we were kids and we just loved to "help".
My grandpa was diagnosed with emphysema in 1980 which didn't slow him down much at first but for probably the last 5 years of his life he only left the house to visit the doctor...it was very difficult to watch him suffer. When I was pregnant in 1995 he was not doing very well, but he was determined he would make it to see the baby. I was able to give him the greatest gift I ever could, I had my daugther on his 87th birthday. He passed away 10 months after she was born but he enjoyed every minute he got to spend with her... I just wish that my childern could have know him as I did, but I will make sure they know him from my memories.
My grandma is still going strong. She does not act like she's 86, she's quite the lady.
My grandpa was diagnosed with emphysema in 1980 which didn't slow him down much at first but for probably the last 5 years of his life he only left the house to visit the doctor...it was very difficult to watch him suffer. When I was pregnant in 1995 he was not doing very well, but he was determined he would make it to see the baby. I was able to give him the greatest gift I ever could, I had my daugther on his 87th birthday. He passed away 10 months after she was born but he enjoyed every minute he got to spend with her... I just wish that my childern could have know him as I did, but I will make sure they know him from my memories.
My grandma is still going strong. She does not act like she's 86, she's quite the lady.
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I had all 4 grandparents growing up. G&G on my moms side I was closer to, just because we lived closer and saw them more often.
The first time I ran away from home it was to my grandmother's house on my bike, I used to memorize the way and plot my escape while in the car with my stressed out crazy ass mother.
She of course took wonderful care of me that day, but I had to go home at the end of it
I've just lost my last grandmother last year. All are gone now.
The first time I ran away from home it was to my grandmother's house on my bike, I used to memorize the way and plot my escape while in the car with my stressed out crazy ass mother.
She of course took wonderful care of me that day, but I had to go home at the end of it
I've just lost my last grandmother last year. All are gone now.
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Fortunately
Paternal side - Grandparents to cherish most of my life [both died in the past 5 years].
Maternal side - Grandmother, a compassionate and tough lady, alive and thriving for a most of my life.
And I know how fortunate I (and siblings, cousins) have been...
What is interesting is the wide variety of exposure that some have or have not had to this unique familial relationship.
Paternal side - Grandparents to cherish most of my life [both died in the past 5 years].
Maternal side - Grandmother, a compassionate and tough lady, alive and thriving for a most of my life.
And I know how fortunate I (and siblings, cousins) have been...
What is interesting is the wide variety of exposure that some have or have not had to this unique familial relationship.
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I didn't know my grandfather well at all. He died when I was about two but my grandmother used to tell me that I'd go to his spots in the house and sit there. I did know both of my grandmothers well and am still close to the one remaining.
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All my grandparents are dead now.
My paternal grandfather was being buried as I was being born and my grandmother (his wife) ended up helping to raise me 7 years later when my mother died.
I have very fond memories of her of course, and was absolutely devastated when she died several years ago.
My maternal grandfather was a talented carpenter who built his own home and spent the last 15 years of his life building a large boat. He always said we would sail the Caribbean. He finished the boat and launched it 3 days before he died.
My paternal grandfather was being buried as I was being born and my grandmother (his wife) ended up helping to raise me 7 years later when my mother died.
I have very fond memories of her of course, and was absolutely devastated when she died several years ago.
My maternal grandfather was a talented carpenter who built his own home and spent the last 15 years of his life building a large boat. He always said we would sail the Caribbean. He finished the boat and launched it 3 days before he died.
Willing and Unsure
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the grandparents that have always been in my life are still alive. when I was younger every weekend me and my sister and my two cousins would go to their house and stay saturday night with them. they would order pizza and we'd all stay up late playing cards. it was a lot of fun. especially after the pizza, my Gramma would make popcorn. She even had a specific bowl just for popcorn. All six of us would share the equivalent of 1 bag of popcorn. It was a lot of fun.
Bob_Bytchin
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This is a very good question. I grew up with a set of grandparents on both sides. It wasn't until I was around 10 that I was told about my "real" paternal grandfather. I still considered my "fake"(step) grandfather as my real grandfather though.
I began looking into my family tree, and found that the family I had always thought of as an average American family was full of missing spots. Multi-divorces, adopted cousins/uncles/aunts, adopted cousins born to adopted cousins....just a big jumble.
All of my grandparents were dead by '93, and I figured that was a chapter of my life that was closed. Full of warm memories. Only to find out a month ago that my maternal grandfather wasn't my real grandfather. I still consider him my grandfather, and have great memories of him, but what pisses me off, is that I now have to start all over on that side of the family tree. Not to mention, how many "cousins" do I have out there that I don't even know?
I began looking into my family tree, and found that the family I had always thought of as an average American family was full of missing spots. Multi-divorces, adopted cousins/uncles/aunts, adopted cousins born to adopted cousins....just a big jumble.
All of my grandparents were dead by '93, and I figured that was a chapter of my life that was closed. Full of warm memories. Only to find out a month ago that my maternal grandfather wasn't my real grandfather. I still consider him my grandfather, and have great memories of him, but what pisses me off, is that I now have to start all over on that side of the family tree. Not to mention, how many "cousins" do I have out there that I don't even know?
