Remembering a grandparents' house

[papa tiger]

Mack saying he sometimes just wanted to go home reminded me of the swinging bridge behind my grandparent's house. It crossed over the river and I was always motivated to want to cross it because those tick covered beagles lived on the other side. But I was scared.

Every single year just like Lucy and Charlie Brown with the football, my brother would convince me that he wouldn't make it bounce when I got out to the middle of it and every year I'd fall for it.

Have I noticed a lil bit of indifference there?

..... .....I remember a similar swinging bridge in Columbus Junction Iowa. St Louis has a shorter one in the Botanical gardens the kids love too !

 

[Elsie]

If all the life stories posted here were joined together in chapters in a novel, it would make a VERY interesting novel.

 

[jujube]

 

[Babs2u]

This was my grandfather's house around 1910. They had a building business in Brooklyn and summered out on the island until moving there in the teens I think. My dad would ride his bike from Brooklyn and was proud to beat the horse and buggy. That was one of his favorite stories. Grandma died before I was born and they (he and my dad) built our house on the same property which had been a berry farm. He then lived with us (my parents and 4 children) and died when I was 10 in 1947. My mothers parents were also gone before I was born so I never had a grandmother.

About the house. They rented it out to an old gentleman and I would run down the path to tell him news. When I was 8 in 1945 there was quite a bit of news.

 

[Teacher Terry]

My maternal grandparents were wonderful. They lived in the same town as us in a one bedroom apartment and I spent a lot of time with them. I often would spend a whole weekend.

They would play cards with me or anything that I wanted to play. My grandma cooked all my favorite meals that I would order by phone a week before I would come. My grandpa and I loved to go for long walks. I would frequently call my grandma during the week to talk to her. I was really lucky to have them.

 

[seadoug]

I remember my grandparents' house quite well. It was a two-story brick house in a small town in Western NC. I used to watch Hee Haw and the Grand Ole' Opry with my parents and grandfather in the family room.

What always stood out about the house was that two bedrooms upstairs had closet doors that led to a crawlspace that connected the two closets and ran over the stairs. I thought that was the coolest thing I'd ever seen and I would spend lots of time going back and forth between closets like a sleuth.

 

[smiley]

all the furnitures; fixtures and fittings in grandparents house were dark brown !! small chiming clock on the wall ; sideboard ; leather seatee: chairs and tables ; carpet brown with dust - great way to calm kids down!!! - and we had our own below ground coal cellar with black coal - but we grew accustomed to it all??

 

[Jazzy1]

The first thing I remember of grandma's house was the plastic-covered furniture. I remember The crinkling sound it made and the way you'd stick to it if you were at all sweaty.

(Pic borrowed from Google images)

Did anyone else grow up with these plastic covered couches in your house or your grandparents house?

 

[Elsie]

The first thing I remember of grandma's house was the plastic-covered furniture. I remember The crinkling sound it made and the way you'd stick to it if you were at all sweaty.

(Pic borrowed from Google images)

Did anyone else grow up with these plastic covered couches in your house or your grandparents house?

I tried plastic covering for couch when I was living in my first home shortly after being married,（I was nineteen) naively thinking it a clever idea to keep couch clean. Ugh. Sticky, hot, crinkly, uncomfortable. It wasn't long before I removed it--let the couch get filthy, who cares?!

 

[MACKTEXAS]

The first thing I remember of grandma's house was the plastic-covered furniture. I remember The crinkling sound it made and the way you'd stick to it if you were at all sweaty.

Did anyone else grow up with these plastic covered couches in your house or your grandparents house?

We didn't have those. I have a dark brown throw that goes over my recliner (it's a close match to the color of the fabric on the recliner). I wash the throw now and then, and the recliner stays new looking. Since I have little company and no pets, the sofa and other chairs don't need any covers.

 

[AnneTeak]

I have fond memories of my grandparents apartment in Boston that overlooked the Charles River.
An old fashioned elevator that actually had a uniformed attendant who closed two gates across to move up the floors.
A grandmother who wore a pretty apron while she cooked Sunday dinner.
I remember dainty china teapots with demitasse cups and real hot chocolate warmed up in a saucepan.
I remember roast pork or beef with gravy and mashed potatoes on good china.
A special lollipop or chocolate shaped turkey from a famous candymaker. What a treat.
My grandfather's family were sea captains and he shared wonderful stories passed down generations.

 

[AnneTeak]

This post is beautiful. it's wonderful to read everyone's comments. It's a different world now. Families are so broken. I think the internet ruined it. Every thought is out there, good and bad. Lately I feel I am only reading the bad. I long for those simpler times when people stopped to smell the flowers.