What memories do you have of your grandparents?
Maternal grandparents keeping a garden; making their own Swedish sausage in the cellar; placing an 8x10 card in the front room window on days ice was needed for the large brown icebox at the foot of the stairs in the hall; running outside to ask the iceman for a few ice chips on summer days; the aroma of strong black coffee being brewed. Every visit was like Christmas.
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Traveling to Sidney Montana to visit them and the glass door knobs on their house. It was a long ride and Dad would set up a sleeping mat in the back of out station wagon. Pre-seatbelt days of course. Cold weather and stopping in Circle Montana for gasoline and a bottle of pop. Remember those pop machines where you put your money in and made your selection by sliding the bottle along the row, up the side of the machine and out the trap? It was such a wonderful sound. Glass bottles at that. My grandpa had a big round belly and worked the oil fields. I remember sitting on his lap and his rough whiskers. I remember my grandmother teaching me to stir the soup/stew in a 'figure eight' pattern which I still do to this day. If I live to be 350 years old I will never forget that. Montana winters, wow...
Originally posted by Frank BurnsGrandma taught you not to pick your nose and eat the boogers too, yet you still do that!! Select amnesia perhaps??
Traveling to Sidney Montana to visit them and the glass door knobs on their house. It was a long ride and Dad would set up a sleeping mat in the back of out station wagon. Pre-seatbelt days of course. Cold weather and stopping in Circle Montana for gasoline and a bottle of pop. Remember those pop machines where you put your money in and made your sel ...[text shortened]... to this day. If I live to be 350 years old I will never forget that. Montana winters, wow...
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My paternal grandfather was tall and skinny and always said "Love-a grandpa?" I never in my life had a face-to-face conversation with him because he didn't speak English and we didn't speak Sicilian. When he moved back to Sicily, though, I wrote him letters (and read his) with the help of a dictionary. I wish I still had those!
My maternal grandfather was a swine who should have been slowly dismembered with a dull knife.
My paternal grandmother died when I was 3 months old, so I never met her.
My maternal grandmother put Southern Comfort in her tea, had a ViewMaster that we'd play with when we'd visit her, and this doll on her bed that we'd stand on its head (just to tick her off). She made great fried chicken. Her favorite saying was "bless your pea-pickin' heart!"
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I remember visiting my maternal grandfather in Scotland in the 60's. I was "world" touring and started it off in Scotland (the land of my birth) On this particular day I was awakened by him about 6 a.m. after an evening of partying with my cousin till 4 a.m. He said come on son wake up I've made ya some tea and toast. Oh perfect I thought just what I need. He brought it to me in my bed. The toast was cold and slathered in hard butter and the tea was tepid. He sat there and watched me consume it. After which he told me we were going for a walk to get some groceries. The walk was about 6 miles. I made a point of arranging to stay with my cousin and his new wife for the rest of my stay in Edinbugh. I was 21 at the time and my grandad was in his late eighties. The man was a machine (also a retired police constable). He lived till he was 99. This was, by the way, a found memory of a lesson well learned. If you're going to party be ready for what happens next day. Oh and some Scottish beer is a lot stronger than Canadian.
Originally posted by Great Big SteesI remember listening to my grandparents making kitchen noises at breakfast time, while I was half asleep, very comforting sounds. And then listening to an old time radio, trying to find the most distant station, all the while breakfast being made by grandma and grandpa.
I remember visiting my maternal grandfather in Scotland in the 60's. I was "world" touring and started it off in Scotland (the land of my birth) On this particular day I was awakened by him about 6 a.m. after an evening of partying with my cousin till 4 a.m. He said come on son wake up I've made ya some tea and toast. Oh perfect I thought just what I ready for what happens next day. Oh and some Scottish beer is a lot stronger than Canadian.
Also one memory of grandma pulling bee stingers out of grampa's ear, it seems he got a bit too close to the hive.
It was endearing to me seeing grandma helping out gramps that way.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyPaternal grandparents Frank and Hulda always teasing; their endearing nicknames, "Huldy and Frankie" (though we addressed them as Nana and Grandpa while our mother's parents, also from Sweden but who never really let go of their old world ways, we knew as Gramma and Pappa; Nana's warm cardamom kitchen; singing while Aunt Elva played the old living room piano.
[b]What memories do you have of your grandparents?
Maternal grandparents keeping a garden; making their own Swedish sausage in the cellar; placing an 8x10 card in the front room window on days ice was needed for the large brown icebox at the foot of the stairs in the hall; running outside to ask the iceman for a few ice chips on summer days; the ...[text shortened]... ack coffee being brewed. Every visit was like Christmas.
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