My grandma...my mom's mom was the sweetest person I ever came across.<br />
May her soul rest in peace.
I only saw them once a year, when the circus came to town.
LMAO .. Exactly the Same Here!
I honestly only ever met ONE grandparent.<br />
She was a selfish, snooty, super control freak just like her daughter...my mom.
Sincere and caring, wise and always giving words of wisdom and encouragement to pass on from the bad times.
Dunno. I was an orphan. So not even my parents were very grand.
Old or dead.
My grandparents were traditional, hard-working people whose early lives (during WWI) were full of hardship and loss. <br />
My paternal grandfather came from a farming background but decided he wanted more in life so trained as a pharmacist and went on to build a very successful business for himself. His wife was not the kind of person you would ever expect him to be with, but she was a lovely, kind-hearted woman whose family was her life's work.<br />
My maternal grandfather was an accomplished stonemason, but he was very humble and modest. He never said much - didn't really get the chance when my grandmother was around! They were a wonderful couple who I never got to see as much as I would have liked as they lived quite a distance away from us. <br />
All four of them instilled a sense of moral duty and respect in their children and grandchildren - what more could you ask for?<br />
I miss them all very much x
my dad's folks, my grandparents, were wonderful. They lived on an acre in south bend, Indiana. Grandpa had this amazing garden, corn, cukes, grapes, etc and would tie the wagon onto his tractor and take us along when he mowed...'cept for me, Miss America..I got to perch on his lap.<br />
and Grandma, well, she made jams and quilts and pickles out of them cukes, lol. she would have us kids gather the hazel nuts and then she would put them in our brownies. LOVED them to bits,<br />
my grandparents were the best. ever. <br />
I am trying to be this and more to my grandson.
mom's side:<br />
grandma-toothy, tan, loves gossip, a petroleum chemist who first taught me how to sing and draw. lost her older sister in 1949 to a bombshell. her sister saved her by shoving her into the house but got hit instead, bleeding out in the arms of her parents while the shells continued down. Her older brother died of grief months later, and my grandmother protracted a rare skin disease through the burned wounds over her legs.<br />
grandpa-bitter, but mostly docile now. obsesses over my little sister (she's adorable) as he once obsessed over my mother, only daughter and middle of three. his father was polygamous.<br />
Father's side (the farmers):<br />
grandma-cries easily, a trait I inherited. <br />
grandfather-loves to laugh, but can get mad quickly too. I was his only grandchild to ever bite his finger, when he tried to give me medicine as a child.
They all suck. My dads dad was a war dude and was a terrible tyrant of a man. His mom is still around and we call her the old bat. She beasts ppl with her cane and she's a fuckstyick. My moms mom is a weird old hippie. I don't get to know her dad cuz he ran out on the miom. My moms GMA is a weird old hippie too
Grandparents are overrated.
Some of us are quite delightful. You just pulled some wack a do's in your family. Much like I did. The wack family made me a much better mother and grandmother.
Ive always wanted a traditional GMA. Like the gray haired ones that bake and play bored games with you
they were the best of people. they weren't perfect but they loved their family. they didn't deserve what happened to them.
They're all still alive and they are fascinating and I love them heaps:)
I a so lucky to have them all here with my. My father's mom and dad are amazing people, and they are my inspiration and my heroes.
My grandparents were fantastic! They made me feel special and loved .. when my parents didn't do such a great job of doing that themselves.
My grandparents were great, very loving, and I loved them very much and miss them too. They were nudists. My grandmother had been bred by many black men and delivered 21 children.
My grandfathers died years before I was born. There are no recordings of their voices, no films of their movements. I imagine what they were like, but could be badly off ba<x>se.<br />
I knew both of my grandmothers well. Both of them outlived their husbands by about 40 years. One was a well off redneck, who pretty much never gave me a present (she did not know how to shop). She loved me, as much as she could love anybody. I very much suspect that she was an Aspie. She had no friends and had a remarkable gift for putting her foot in her mouth.<br />
She was the first person in her family to go to college, but remained an idiot nonetheless. She married well, and invested wisely her inheritance from my grandfather. She became a landlord during the depression, but she got into legal trouble by entering the apartments of her tenants without giving the legally required 24 hours notice. So she sold her apartments and invested the proceeds in stocks, at a time when stocks were very cheap and falling in value. The rest is history. When I turned 25, I inherited from her directly and bought stocks, again at a time when they were cheap. If my father had inherited everything, I would still be waiting for my share, because my mother is still alive at age 90.<br />
My other grandmother was an early example of the tough can-do woman. An eyewitness of both world wars. I loved her dearly. But she was also a female mysognist.<br />
When my children were born, 3 of their 4 grandparents were dead. All they have is my mother, who lives 10,000 miles away and can no longer interact with them. In effect, they have never had grandparents.
Well my Grandpa (dad's side) abandoned him when he was 5, Grandma (dad's side) kicked him out when he was 15 never contacted him since. <br />
Grandpa (mom's side) raped her when she was young because she was abandoned. Grandma (mom's side) abandoned my mom with her dad that raped her ultimately causing the suicide of my uncle. So I can legitimately say I hate my grandparents and don't respect any of them.
Depends on which side. Momma's side..He passed before I was born. She when I was 5. A kind gentle spirit. My fathers side: crazy ozark hillbilly (literally!!!)
My fathers mother was quite possibly one of the meanest sociopathic lushes...In the world.