Did you have a close relationship with your grandparents? Tell about them.
I didn't know my grandparents on my mother's side, they died before I was born. I hear stories about them, my grandfather was the strong silent type where my grandmother was very short yet powerful. She died when my mother was a teenager. On my father's side (my bio father I will leave out the name calling because I'm editor's pick) I never knew that grandfather either. My father's mother was a whole chapter in my therapy. We were not allowed to call her grandma.. she came to visit us once in a great while. I remember when I was about 11 she came and gave me a sliver dollar, I still have it. I just wanted a grandmother though. My Mom had a boyfriend for many years that we lived with. His mother WAS my grandmother. We used to go to her house in the summer, she taught me a lot. She use to pray when she got up, before even eating a snack, and of coarse before bed. She taught me spirituality... although those lessons didn't hit me until my adult years. I loved her, she always knew what to say to a mixed up little girl who just wanted to be loved. When my mother remarried (not that boyfriend) I was very mad. Although we kept in touch I was the all or nothing type of child so I let go. My "step" dad's mother was sort of cold, took awhile to get close to her, I think part of it was me. She couldn't replace Teresa... She wasn't trying to. I remember she didn't like my dog and one night she was over at our house for the weekend and we had went out and she decided to stay home, she locked my dog in the bathroom the whole night... there was all these scratch marks on the inside of the bathroom door. Of coarse she denied it to my mother HAHA. After a while, I began to understand her, why she was "cold" why she was, as I thought "odd" she had a rough life... then she, without knowing it, began to teach me to be strong, to stand up for myself, to be real to myself. When she died, I missed her more then I ever realized I would. Odd how you just don't realize what you have until it's gone.
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23 comments:
I knew mine but both my grandmothers died when I was 5 and 10. I loved them both very much. They were both lovely warm women, and the proof is in the fact that at 53 I still have lovely memories of them . Both my grandfathers died when I was in my 20`s but I never knew them as well as my grandmothers I got. I don`t know why that was, maybe it was a generation thing, but I accepted it all the same. Sandra xxx
I had a very close relationship with my mom's parents. My dad's parents lived in another state (Indiana) and we didn't see them that often. Plus, they didn't care for my mom because she was from the south. My paternal grandfather was very nice though. He was a farmer and churned his own butter and got me spoiled on it. To this day I LOVE butter (and unfortunately, it shows). He died when I was 10. The other 3 grandparents died in 83, 84, then 87. Bam, Bam, BAM!!! I do miss them all and wish I'd known my paternal grandparents better now that I'm older. When I moved to Indiana myself in 1990, I had a boss who was 80 years old. Yep, the president of the company and he worked circles around the rest of us. He once asked me if my grandparents were still living and I told him "No." He said that he would be happy to be a grandparent for me. I just bawled. He was so sweet and died himself in 1996. Sheila
Mine live with me!
Here's Mine:
http://journals.aol.com/bubblesy2k/BubblesWorld/entries/1172
:o) Bubbles
Great entry. Grandparents are so precious. God bless, Beckie
My entry: http://journals.aol.com/beckieramos/BeckiesBrightBeginnings
Welcome back girlfriend and congrats on the top 5 again .......ok I'm posted
Diane
Having a close relationship in my famlie is not a possiblilty ,But I looked up to my grandma she keeped evrything going when she should of called it quits.
She got pancrous cancer and was the first person to have an artifishail pancress installed .
She has a plaque hanging in sacred heart hospital ..For bieng the first one to have one .
she survived 5 years after that ..,But it eventully killed her
I like this concept very much. I have a lot of catching up to to do and have to start at the beginning. Here's my journal and if I manage to hit the right keys, a link to same. If I answer a couple of questions every day or so, I'll catch up with everyone else in no time. Something Newhttp://journals.aol.com/springsnymph/AnotherCountryHeardFrom/
This question really took me back....read mine at:
http://journals.aol.com/sdoscher458/LifeIsFullOfSurprises
Glad to have you back :)And congrats on make editor's list. :)
Here's my entry for JJ#25
http://www.blogigo.co.uk/MattelMichele/entry/32728
-Michele
I spent many summers with my mother's parents, I called them Baban and Jiji. My grandfather, Jiji, was the most gentle soul I had ever met, and he always wore a smile on his weathered face. My grandmother, Baban, was a different story. She was loud, she was ornery and she was determined to convert me into a productive member of society. Many a summer's afternoon was spent running around the big kitchen table dodging her flailing broom! For the longest time I thought the name she called me 'Akshemion-U' was a term of endearment. I later learned she was saying 'Agh! Shame on you!', just with a very heavy Okinawan accent. She also used 'Bakatare' alot, which basically meant that I was crazy or a trouble maker. And her favorite... '#1 Fat Girl'. But later, after so many years, she confided to me that I was her #1 Good Girl. Our last conversation, a week before she passed away, was spent planning one last summer together in her hometown of Kohala. I think I would like to be a grandmother just like her for my future grandchildren because I would like to be remembered the way I remember Baban.
I never knew my dad`s parents they were both gone before I was even a year old. My mother`s parents lived only a few blocks from us when I was a small child. My mom`s dad was a farmer and didn`t speak much kinda cold, but always there with a helping hand. I remeber going to his house and just sitting with him, not saying a word. We would sit in the living room and there was a small space heater he would have running and I would just sit there next to the warmth of that space heater, it was very soothing. He passed away when I was in high school. He was very emotional when my mom and I visited him in the hospital, nothing like I had known him. My grandma was sweet but also very rough around the edges, you knew she loved you, but don`t expect to bake cookies with her, it just wasn`t her way. When she was on her death bed in a nursing home she could barely talk above a wispher, she motioned for me to come near. I put my ear down next to her expecting to hear something very sentimental. She sais in a slow voice" a little bird pooped you onto a stump, and you were dried by the sun!" She was completely sane .......she was quite the character.
here's mine...~*Annie*~
http://journals.aol.com/neemom1977/MyJournalJar/entries/1235
I LOVED MY GRANDPARENTS A LOT ESPECIALLY MY GRANDFATHER. HE LET ME RIDE HIS TRACTOR WITH HIM PUTTING ME IN HIS LAP TO DRIVE IT, WE WALKED THE COTTON FIELDS TOGETHER AND I SAT IN HIS LAP ALL THE TIME WHILE WATCHING TV. WE PICKED TURNIPS OUT OF THE GARDEN AND ATE THEM IN THE FIELD. THE FUNNEST THING THAT HAPPENED WAS HE HAD A GROCERY STORE AND BROUGHT OLD BREAD AND CAKES TO THE PIGS HE WAS RAISING. HE WAS STANDING ON THE WALKWAY OVER THEM. I WAS ON HIS BLIND SIDE AND HE HIT ME IN THE HEAD WITH A CAKE AND KNOCKED ME IN THE MUD WITH THE PIGS WHICH KNOCKED MY FRONT BABY TEETH OUT. MY GRANDFATHER TOOK ME TO THE 5 AND DIME STORE AFTER I WAS CLEANED UP AND GOT ME EVERYTHING I WANTED I CHOSE A HUGE COLORING BOOK WITH THE BIGGEST BOX OF COLORS THEY MADE MAN I WAS WONDEING IF I LET HIM DO IT AGAIN WHAT I WOULD GET NEXT TIME LOL
i was very close to my grandparents on my mom's side. my grandma led a very interestng life- she came from a very well respected family- but dated a "bad boy" got pregnant- unheard of in the 30's- married him, then divorced him a few years later- married his brother- my real grandfather- they bought and ran a hardware store- he died when my mom was 8- she ran the business alone, then she married his best friend- which was the grandpa i knew. she had amazing faith and courage and inner peace and happiness. she loved to travel, was a talented seamstress, and artist, even wrote a book on the history of her small midwest town. she was full of stories and i remember countless sleepovers, walks in the flower beds- lots of treats and good homecooked meals. they had a candy counter, kept the candy very cheap- kids from all over town would stop in to visit and eat their treasures from their brown paper sack. my grandpa- we spent lots of time fishing, talking in his workshop- it smelled of drying onions from his garden and tobacco from his pipe. i loved to dance in his boots while he played the accordion. they both were a huge influence on my life- my grandma on her death bed- dying of luekemia- full of sores, bruises and pain- said- i loved life- i loved every minute of it. i hope i can say the same.
My mom was adopted at age 6, and my grandparents were much older, old enough to be my great-grandparents. I was very close to my mom's mom. (My mom's dad died when I was 4 years old, so I didn't get a chance to know him.) My mom's mom, whom I called my "mema," and I were very close. She taught me so much about life. She was extremely independant, living on her own until she was 89. She got Alzheimer's when she was 90, and it hurt to see her move to a nursing home. Even when the Alzheimer's got really bad, and her memory was gone, she still had a sense that I was someone important to her. I was so happy that she lived long enough to see me get married and hold my son, her great-grand baby. I miss her incredibly.
I am not allowed enough characters to adequately discuss this question. I never knew my father's parents I was a late in life baby for him and by his mid 40s both of his parents had already passed. All I know of them is that they were full-blooded Irish who moved to the states to have a "better" life. Now my mom's mother, my grandmother is the most awesome loving grandmother you could ever imagine and funny, love that. She and I also resemble each other amazingly close. I have always joked and said that I was really her daughter and they were just hiding that fact because of her age, lol. My husband has the best grandparents ever they are now my grandparents. Never once have they made me feel less than one of their own and as a matter of fact when they discuss me with others they say I am more like their own daughter than anything else. They have been married for 63 years, are just the best people on the planet and I love em' like crazy. Beau's grandfather even gave me away at our wedding because I had no one else to do it so he told me he would be honored to do it. I don't know what I will do when any of these three people discussed here pass on, I know I will be horribly upset because we are all extremely close.
I'm warning you. This one is a long one. LOL
~Stephanie~
http://journals.aol.com/unicornsteph80/Welcometomylife/entries/343
No, they didn't know how, I long thought they were evil ....
Yes, I loved them very much!
Lorihttp://journals.aol.com/helmswondermom/LorisJournalJar/entries/353
http://journals.aol.com/danielled1/DaniellesJournalJar/entries/650
~Danielle
http://journals.aol.com/quartrlyfecrysis/andthensome/entries/303
xoxo~Bernadette
http://journals.aol.com/devilletteinme/the-devilettes-journal-jar/entries/2006/11/18/my-grandparents/548
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