Memories of your grandparents or aunts/uncles:

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I remember I used to eat so slow. My grandpa ate with me at the table and someone would come in and say, "why do you eat so slow?" Grandpa would say, she likes to enjoy her food and I would of course agree. Then he would say we love how that slimey okra slides down our throats don't we? And I would love to agree-especially how it freaked them out!!!!!
 

My granny always fed us sugar 'pieces'' Scottish for sandwiches... .. she always made rubber jelly..she had no fridge, so she set the jelly in cold water in the bathtub, and it was always like rubber.. :ROFLMAO:

She always was the life and soul of the party, typical leo, and she would play her harmonica for all her friends on the coach when they went on day trips.. and make me sing sad songs to her friends at parties so they would all weep at the wee lassie singing so sad & sweetly.. :LOL: I can laugh about it now, but I used to hate singing those old sad songs she taught me
 
Out of all the memories I have, grandparent memories rank right up there with my childhood memories.

There's no denying the fact, grandparents always stood up for us no matter what, and to a kid nothing feels better! :)

I used to babysit for an aunt who was goofier than a bed-bug. Anyhow, Wednesday night was her bingo night, and there she'd be when I'd arrive, scrambling around the house in dress slacks two sizes too small, a cigarette in her mouth, and more often than not, curlers in her hair, which she proudly accepted and didn't allow to get in the way of her daily life.

To this day I often think to myself... what would aunt J, do in this circumstance. :)
 

I don't remember my grandmother on my father's side. She died when I was around 3 or 4. I never knew my mom's parents
I liked my grandfather (my dad's father) more than my mom or dad; he was nicer than they were.
When I was around 4, I'd sit on his lap & when he'd smile at me, I'd pull out his dentures.
He'd say, "No, no!......vat you doin?" (he was Russian)
 
I loved my Italian Grandmother....She never spoke English, but we didn't care....At least I learned some Italian...
Grandma always made the pasta and meatballs when all off the family sat aound the huge table and mostly very loud...
Me and my cousin would help gram....We would bring the food to the table and we had our own table....
I didn't know my Mom's Mom very well....Mom didn't like her step Dad....
When I married my husband and had a baby boy, my Grandma was in the same hospital when baby boy was born...
The Nurses didn't let me bring baby boy to see Grandma....She died a month later after I took my baby boy home..
We did have many Aunt's and Uncles....They are all gone....
 
May I tell you of my lovely Grandma? "Mattie" was her name.
She traveled to Montana at 18 and homesteaded. She built her own cabin and dug her own 50 foot well. But that's not what i wanted to tell you.
She fed EVERYONE for miles around and carried her own double barrel shotgun around. But that's not it either. She married, had 5 children and lost her husband at a young age. He had a horse ranch but she turned it into a wheat farm after his death all by herself.
But the story:
She lived with her parents and two younger siblings in the Dakota territory. She was 4 years old. During an Indian raid, her Father put the three children under the floorboards, under a rug. He gave my Grandma a cocked revolver and told her if anyone other than him opened the hatch, she was to shoot her sister age 3, in the chest and shoot her baby brother age 1, in the chest. She was to quickly turn the gun on herself and pull the trigger.

People back then were made of tough stuff!
 
Grandparents on my moms side I never met. They had died long before I was born. The grandfather had been a POW for 5 plus years and my grandmother had muscular sclerosis most of her life. My mom rarely talked about them.

Grandparents on my fathers side I’d met once while in England . I’ve ever got a picture somewhere of them. The grandfather was a barber and grandmother a housewife. They had no phone so we couldn’t call them. When my grandfather died, my father took my oldest brother back to England with him to visit for a while.

My mom hated my grandmother but she did come to visit us for 2 or 3 weeks when I was about 7 years old. She stayed with me in my room which I didn’t like and to this day feel guilty about. My mom poked fun of everything she did including washing her hair with ivory soap but she had the most beautiful thick silver hair I’d ever seen.

One year my brothers and I sent her a tape of us singing . It was ‘Come Together’ from the Beatles. She didn’t like it; thought it was horrible. She told us this in a letter. She didn’t pretend for anyone. We weren’t really hurt. A characteristic about her which I only grew to understand and appreciate when I got older. She wasn’t a mean woman. She was socially awkward with mental disorders. I’m not sure if she realized she even had them . My father sure didn’t. I, however, do.

I wish I could say I had fond memories of my grandparents but unfortunately I don’t really. This isn’t to say they weren’t great folks. They probably were. I just never got a chance to know them without any negative influence.

Note: never had any aunts, uncles or cousins but wish I did
 
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My grandmother was game for anything. Say "you want to go to...…." and she'd have her purse on her arm before you finished your question. She was more fun than a barrel of monkeys.

My grandfather was a living saint. He'd put up with anything as long as his loved ones were happy.

They thought we were perfect. It's good for kids to have someone in their life who thinks they're perfect.

My other grandparents were also wonderful. We visited them a couple of times a year and they'd come to see us. They took me to Disneyland when I was 10......the Mecca of fun. Grandpa came to Indiana when I was five and took me back on the train to Virginia by himself. Pretty big task for a man in those days. He died when I was 20 and I lived with Grandma for a year until she was settled in widowhood.
 
I remember them all and think of them often.

Like all families, they ran the gamut from saints to sinners.

My grandmother was my rock and I spent most of my time with her before starting school.

I also remember the saying in my family that the men made better uncles than they did fathers. Our uncles always seemed to have the time to spend with us and conspire with us to cause a little mischief while our aunts sat clucking and clutching their pearls as @applecruncher likes to say.

It was a bumpy childhood but I wouldn't trade any of the characters in my life they all did the best they could and that's about all a person can ask or expect.
 
Gaer said:
May I tell you of my lovely Grandma? "Mattie" was her name.
She traveled to Montana at 18 and homesteaded. She built her own cabin and dug her own 50 foot well. But that's not what i wanted to tell you.
She fed EVERYONE for miles around and carried her own double barrel shotgun around. But that's not it either. She married, had 5 children and lost her husband at a young age. He had a horse ranch but she turned it into a wheat farm after his death all by herself.
But the story:
She lived with her parents and two younger siblings in the Dakota territory. She was 4 years old. During an Indian raid, her Father put the three children under the floorboards, under a rug. He gave my Grandma a cocked revolver and told her if anyone other than him opened the hatch, she was to shoot her sister age 3, in the chest and shoot her baby brother age 1, in the chest. She was to quickly turn the gun on herself and pull the trigger.

People back then were made of tough stuff!
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WOW! She was tough as nails! You are so right. You got those genes too.
 
My Paternal Grandparents showed me everything I needed to know to be the best person I could be
Elizabeth was born a titled lady and eventually due to WWI she volunteered as a Nurse
Stanley was wounded by a piece of shrapnel (I still have it) and he ended up outside a field hospital
in the rain while Elizabeth and other nurses and the doctor saw to the needs of the wounded men
The doctor did not think Stanley would survive his injuries but Stanley was made of tough stuff
Elizabeth met Stanley and eventually they married in England and emigrated to South Australia
Elizabeth's parents disowned her for marrying a 'boy from the colonies'
Stanley's mother a full blood aboriginal lady called Louisa loved Elizabeth like a daughter
 
I have so many fond memories.
My Grandpas famous words when I was a kid was,walk don't run. He was always so afraid we would fall and hurt ourselves. When my own kids were toddlers he lived with my mom and dad by then. When he knew we were coming over for a visit he had every sharp corner in the house covered with thick cloth and taped securely.
My grandma loved to scare me by flipping her false teeth around front to back while she was still wearing them. I can't imagine how she did that.
I also had an old aunt who we frequently took for car rides to have a picnic.
. She was heavy set and had such a round bottom. I always sat next to her in the car and when my grandpa turned a corner she would roll over on me. Sometimes I could hardly breathe until she managed to sit upright again with the help of the strap by the window in the old car.
She also carried a piece of rye bread with her in case we were a bit late stopping for lunch.
 
My "Auntie Koko (Hiroko)" was not much older than my eldest sister. I remember meeting her for the first time when we moved from Saskatchewan to Alberta. She had a very attractive smile - and a dachsund named Tippy. I don't know at what point she became involved with the Christian church. Perhaps it was when she met her future husband who was also a devoted Christian. They were devout all their lives. She had a beautiful voice. Unfortunately, her efforts to bring us into her religion didn't pan out. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Despite that, she kept in touch with me (I was the only one she remembered), up until her death. Her deep devotion to Christ was of comfort to her at the end.
 
I didn't have much of a connection with my Dad's family. They hated the fact that he married my Mom when they were only 16yrs old and they needed my Dad's pay to help them. He was the oldest of 8 kids.My Mom's mother passed away when I was only 5 yrs old. I just remember her being bedridden. My granddad was a doll. Sadly when he was 85yrs old my Aunt took him to a feast day and he wondered off. He was missing for a month until a young boy found his body.I loved him and whenever we saw him he would open his little pouch and say "Barbara Ella nicea Gal" and give me a nickle. He did that to all the grandchildren. I had 5 aunts and 5 uncles on that side of the family and each and everyone of them were wonderful.Only one Aunt remains and she is about 95yrs old now.
 

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