grandparents

Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.

The Sunsets are All the Same
Gramps was pacing in the other room. I could hear the slap of his shoes against the bare stone floor. Grit crunched under his feet every time he changed direction. Grandma and I were trying to get ready for the presentation as quickly as possible. The pacing wasn’t helping.
By Jeff Cochran5 years ago in Families
Show and Tell
When I was in grammar school, first grade, every Wednesday, we’d have Show and Tell. Generally, I was shy, sensitive and embarrassed very easy, so I never went in front of the class, and showed anything off unless my interest was piqued, and I had something of extraordinary importance and value to share with my fellow classmates. One time, I showed a one-million year old shark’s tooth that my Daddy found in a spring-fed creek that ran along his own back yard in Gainesville, Florida, when he was a little boy! All my friends were impressed with that, because that tooth was so big, it took both of my hands to carry it, and Daddy said: ‘...that it was probably as ancient as any dinosaur, that it was prehistoric, (whatever that meant), and it was so old, it had fossilized, and turned to stone!’ My teacher, Miss Smith was impressed with that. She liked old things.
By JZ Zurinsky 5 years ago in Families
Mormor, Hear Me Roar!
I would have to say that my Mormor, which is Swedish for grandma, is the person that I give credit to for me being me. My Mormor’s name was Lillian. She was about five feet tall and what I like to call pleasantly plump. She wore glasses with pink frames and her grey hair was always tightly permed. The brace that went from foot to thigh on her right leg clicked as she walked. I always knew when she was going somewhere because of the click. The thought of that click always makes me smile. Then my brain goes right to her perfume, ahh, lavender.
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Families
Grandmother Snow White
Grandmother Snow White (yes that's her real name), starts her day at 5:00 AM daily. After connecting with spirit, she tends to her garden one plant at a time. She greets them, she asks for fruits and tells them: "No other plant can make flowers for me the way you do." She treats each one specially unique and she also does this with everyone she meets. Her actions taught me that no matter what mood disguise people bring, they turn out to be, the exact energy exchange we need at any given moment and time.
By Kei.Light5 years ago in Families
The Sum of Her Days
1988 I am five years old and weaving my way through the cobblestone streets in the cool mountain air. The Italian sun is high above us now, it's midday. I'm wearing a chunky-striped tank top that she knit for me, my cheeks dirty from the day's play, my hair disheveled. I come across a wash basin, which seems to be a strange murky pool...for ducks? I am curious and inch closer to peek over the edge. She explains it's how the people of the village wash their clothing. She makes a motion to scrub something against the cool hard stonework on the ledge. Later we bring a toy sailboat back to the spot and blow it across the still water.
By Christina Hunter5 years ago in Families
GRANDMA FOREVER
When I was young chap my grandma, now 94 years of age, taught me how treat others. She did not do so by telling me what was right or wrong, but rather by observing how she interacted with people of all ages. She would speak to and carry on with individuals the same way no matter what their age happened to be. Best of all she would make people laugh either along with her, or at something funny she had done. She utilized that laughter in almost all situations in her life.
By Dandelionclub5 years ago in Families
GRANDMA FOREVER
Have you ever wondered how a person's life could change after becoming a grandparent? Here we will share how Ms.Carine Nadel's life changed after becoming a grandmother, based on her article here:
By Dandelionclub5 years ago in Families
3 Things My Mom Taught Me
1. Take pride in your work. It's ten thirty at night on a Wednesday, and a little girl no more than seven years old peeps open her eyes to see that the bathroom light is on. The mother had quietly extricated herself from the warm embrace of her two children, boy and girl, one of which who is still fast asleep.
By Lindsay Rae5 years ago in Families
Forever loved
This story is about my grandmother Mary Clark. She was born in midland ontario canada. She had lost most of her hearing as a child due to a disease that was going around. She was a strong Catholic woman, she had helped people as much as possible she had a cooking group she held for the woman in her building. She had ran a BNB for few years in midland. She was a lounge singer which people would hire her to preform nightly at many events, she had sang for al capone at his clubhouse often. She had sung with a band called the skyliners and had been commented on how well she had sung by a famous opra singer. She had an article in the newspaper about her singing career that started from when she was a child and how she started. She was an amazing woman loved by many. Sadly she had passed away many years ago but will never be forgotten. Songs that she was requested by many were tiny bubbles, summertime, crazy, and women. She had also made songs for events such as weddings birthdays. She had many telents. She had friends that were unexpected to be around. She was a model aswell. Mary and her brother would travel quite often sometimes I was aloud to come along. Unfortunately my grandfather was not the best person he had lied to everyone for years. He had a secret family on the side. She had once told me about a dream she had years ago that everyone thought was hilarious. Her dream was that she had a date with a men she knew, when he came over to her place he had taken his head off, she had told him he had to put it back on cause he would scare her daughter. She had some funny moments such as when we had brought our dog over to see her she came outside asking why we brought a monkey over. I still remember one time she was coming home from grocery store with her buggy and the wheel had got caught in the cracks in the sidewalk she had fell and hit her head there was teenagers sitting at the taco bell right beside her and they just laughed and didn't help. She came home with a bloody lip. A friend of hers had stopped by and she had explained what happened as soon as she did he got on his bike and was gone. Few minutes later he had showed up with these teens that didn't help. They had to apologize to her and had to help her with her groceries. I always thought that was amazing. I remember her telling me when I was younger that a celebrity who was the little girl on all in the family used to come over to play with my mom. Years ago I had went to midland to check out the house she use to live in and is now a antique shop. There is a mural on the side of a building in midland that has her grandfather as one of the log rollers on it. When she had got sick from cancer there was nothing that could be done it had gone through out her whole body. While in the hospital she had sang for the nurses one of the nurses had sung with her it was beautiful. She had told the whole family that while she was laying in the hospital bed she seen all her family members who had passed away standing around her bed and at the head of her bed there was a black men staring down at her and that she didn't know who he was. They had told us that before she goes she wouldn't be able to talk that's how we would know that's she going, but she had kept talking till she had gone to sleep and a hour later she was gone. I had kept many things when she had passed that were hers and still have them I've noticed her purse and jacket still smell like her years later. I still play her songs that we were able to record before she passed still give me chills when I hear her voice.
By Cassandra 5 years ago in Families
The Greatest Great-Grandma
I have favorite humans. The superstars of humanity, few and far between. My Great-Grandma, Minnie Pearl, yes her name is Minnie Pearl, is one of my favorite humans to have ever walked the planet. I lived with her for twelve years. My own mother was gone, but I was blessed with a supermother. Most people don’t even get to meet their Great-Grandmas. Thanks to a whole lot of young parents and longevity in my family, I was able to enjoy the magnificence of this family matriarch. She raised four boys and one girl….five boys if you count my Great-Grandfather. They were married seventy-four years. You heard me. I’m uncertain if I can stand my damn self for seventy-four years. She was an amazing human. A black woman from the south, she did not play. She had twelve siblings and wrung her first chicken neck at the age of ten. She worked as a crossing guard, a cook (for wealthy white folks) and I came to live with her when she was running her own Daycare.
By Dayna Clark5 years ago in Families
Anything For Her Daughter
My mother was born in the year 1950, a time so completely apart from the time I grew up in, I can scarcely fathom it. Before the Civil Rights Movement, before the Vietnam Conflict, before JFK, even before Woodstock.
By Kayla Crowell5 years ago in Families
Kindhearted
Dedicated to my Grandparents, Connie and Sam Hale My grandmother embodied everything the word grandma is meant to be. She was loving, kind, and always happy to see you. She believed her grandkids were capable of anything and applauded every effort. She wouldn't miss a play, a sporting event, a birthday, or anything you invited her to, saying "she wouldn't miss it for the world." She was the matriarch of our big family, a family of seven grandkids who grew up as siblings, alternating between their mothers', aunts', and grandparent's homes.
By Raelynne Hale5 years ago in Families