grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Walking with filial piety
filial piety is being willing to slow down with my grandmother in the face of curiosity and mystery. Filial piety is companionship, understanding, and the mission and responsibility I have to fulfill for my grandmother for the rest of my life.
By Ron M Pitts3 years ago in Families
The downfalls of Ancestry
Not disclosing family names for privacy reasons* I have started my ancestry account back in August 2021.This was a present from my mum and my maternal grandma who is still alive. It was interesting to know more about my paternal side of my family because they lived on the other side of the world and both of my paternal grandparents were dead.They died very quickly because most people are dead over +75.My grandpa died in a fishing accident before my fathers 21st birthday , he died at the age of 48 in 1986. My grandma died when my dad was about 41 and she died at the age of 64.My granny had my father in her early twenties.
By Brandi Dexter3 years ago in Families
Grand.ma /gran(d),mä
Grand.ma /gran(d),mä Noun – informal “one’s grandmother” The first instance of the word Grandma I remember is in reference to my grandma Diane who in my memory smells like cigarette smoke, hairspray, and the earth. Many, many things remind me of my grandma Diane. The sound of pool balls clacking together, loud country music, cigarette smoke, hairspray smells, gardens, and bits of corn, swimming in cold lakes, the smell of campfires, and the taste of burnt marshmallows. I remember the way her voice sounded gravely from the cigarettes she smoked, and I remember her laughing until she coughed, I remember the way she’d take a swig of Busch Lite and let out a belch like some teenaged boy. I remember how she always made food the way my Uncle Charlie liked it, even if he wasn’t there, because he was her baby and she adored him. I remember the way she held her head up high at my grandpas funeral even though she was hurting too, and she hugged my aunts, my mom, and my uncle and comforted them before she let herself cry. I remember her smoking thick cigars, making frozen pizza, hunched over her garden, and playing fetch with her cat. I remember staying up late and talking, and waking up too early to make pancakes, I remember camping and scrubbing her hair in a bucket while she cursed that the water was too cold. I remember, it didn’t matter how late she stayed up, she always woke up to eat breakfast with us, and I remember going sledding in the snow, in our pajamas.
By James Vande Hey 4 years ago in Families
