Tell me about your grandparents.?

Question

What's some good memories?

Answer 1

I believe my grandmother was a paranoid schitozophrenic and hypocondriac. She died at an early age sadly because no one would come to her aid and take her to the doctors because of years of being over concerned about her health. I was only 7 years old when she died. My memories of her consist of only 3 times. Once when in a car with her I was about 3 years old and she swore that someone was following us. She pulled the car to the side of the road and we sat there for a long while. Finally she decided that they weren't actually following her. Another time I remember when I was about 5 years old is her calling her doctor and telling him how ill she was and that she thought she was dying. Another time was when she locked all the doors because there was someone outside that wanted to come inside...a stranger.

My maternal grandfather was from the phillipines a stow away on a boat to america. He didn't have much to say except once when I was 14 my cousin and I stayed out until the wee hours of the morning. when we returned home to grandfathers house he was waiting in the dark with a cleaver. He said in his deep phillipino accent---- shhhhhk! shhhhk! You want your head cut off? I'll do it, I'm an old man. If you want to die i will kill you!

My paternal grandmother was a godfearing christian woman that never said a bad word and possibly never thought a bad thought in her life. She raised 6 kids on her own and was very poor. Because of the poverty that she lived in she learned to save every morsel of food left on a plate. She would package them up in little tiny spoonfuls freeze them. If you went to grandmas for lunch you would most likely be served several different spoonfuls of things from past meals. A spoonful of peas, a spoonful of potatoes , etc. I once spent the night a grandmas and went back 2 years later to visit again. On that visit grandma gave me a nickel that I had dropped from the visit before. She kept the nickel over 2 years to give it back to me :)


My paternal grandfather was a war hero in world war II. He was one of the first troops in to free the concentration camps in germany. He won every medal there was to win except the purple star and the gold star.

Answer 2

Well all my grandparents are gone. But I have good and funny memories. My grandmother was a great lady. She gave us great memories during our childhood. Especially for summertime and Christmas time. My best childhood memories was going to my grandparents house for summers. My grandfather was a big story teller. He told lots of stories about his childhood. I had my grandmother longer up until I was almost 30 years old. So I think I was lucky.

Answer 3

Would have loved to be able to share some good memories here but I grew up without ever seeing any of them. Really envy you people out there who had the opportunity of growing up in the company of your grandparents. So, to all of you out there, just like to say - " Make time to enjoy and love your grandparents while there is time, while they are still able to enjoy your company, time passes by so fast that before you know it... another year is gone!"

Answer 4

I never really had a relationship with them. On my father's side, they we immigrants from Sweden. My grandmother was my grandfather's hired girl, his niece, actually. My grandfather and great uncle homesteaded land in North Dakota in 1885. I've been told that my grandmother loved me very much, cared for me when I was a baby, fed me flour mush made with cream call rumagrout. I still own the land.

Answer 5

My grandparents were quite elderly by the time I could remember any of them. I only had two, my fathers mother, and my mothers father.
My grandma was the worst cook ever, and no one cared.
All her meals were soaked in fat and grease, she lived to eighty seven. My grandfather used to bring us blueberry pies and he had blue eyes to match. I hardly ever saw him either.
They never played with us, in fact my grandfather was very military in his bearing and wasn't the warm and cuddly sort.
We are grandparents now ourselves and our grands stay with us, play with us and we bake cookies and go shopping and we all just got back from Disneyworld.
Its very different.

Answer 6

My grandfather (father's dad) was a great guy; good sense of humor, honest, caring and loving man that meant a great deal to me. He lived with us from the time before I was born and when he died when I was 7, part of me died with him.

He used to take me for walks (we lived in the country) and we'd visit the neighbors farm animals; horses, pigs, etc. I knew them all! The animals got to know me and would run to the fences to see us. He taught me how to fish in the tiny stream that ran through our property, I have liked doing that ever since.

He was a very special man who loved God and made sure I did too. Thanks grandpa. : )

Answer 7

My grandmother was an invalid for most of my childhood and all of my teen years. She kept in touch with her grandchildren by reading everything we read -- that way, we always had a common interest to talk about. Of course, this was before internet and VCRs.

Answer 8

When I was like 10 my grandma would put me on a snowmobile and go all through the woods. It was pretty cool at that age.

Answer 9

My grandparents are all gone, both grandads died before I was born, both had heart attacks, One grandmother died of a stroke and the other one from cancer.

Answer 10

both kind loving people. Pcnics family dinners going to the park hugs