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What are your Grandparents like?
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My grandfathers died when I was 6 and 7 
. My grandmothers on both sides can catch chickens on the farm, and are awesome cooks. They are 85 years old and still going strong 
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. My grandmothers on both sides can catch chickens on the farm, and are awesome cooks. They are 85 years old and still going strong .
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He wasn't a very nice man. Ex Chief of police in Paphos (Cyprus), moved to Australia after retiring. He suspected his wife of having an affair (she wasn't, he was just paranoid) so shot her 6 times when she was in bed. He handed himself over to the authorities but later hanged himself in jail.
Sad story. My mother is an incredibly strong person though. I have massive respect for her anyway but after what she's been through it is even more remarkable.
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Wow, that's tragic and awful for your family to deal with. I presume your mother was an adult when this happened. Not that that necessarily makes it better, but you could imagine the harm something like that could do to a child.
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3 out of my four grandparents are dead...
From my mum's side, my grandmother was a true superhero
... my grandfather abondoned her, my mother and my 2 other uncles... she raised them alone and gave them an education... and she didn't even finished elementary... Worked until her body and mind both gave up... and died about 2 years ago...
My grandfather, on the other hand, left for Pachuca, got a 2nd wife and never looked back...
From my father's side, my grandfather is dead and my grandmother is somehow still alive... My grandfather was a doctor, built 1 house in 2 different cities, travelled around the world and had so much success in his life he even had money to raise... a 2nd family...
Yeah...
My other grandmother... well... she simply just won't die... Sadly, it seems she's going to hit 80 or even 90 without any problems...
I hate her...
I hate her because once, when I was a kid, I heard her talking with my dad... and I heard her calling my mom.... well... I'm not going to tell you how she called her... but ever since... I hate her...
I just wish for the day I can finally say... "We're going to miss you" /sarcasm...
From my mum's side, my grandmother was a true superhero
... my grandfather abondoned her, my mother and my 2 other uncles... she raised them alone and gave them an education... and she didn't even finished elementary... Worked until her body and mind both gave up... and died about 2 years ago... My grandfather, on the other hand, left for Pachuca, got a 2nd wife and never looked back...
From my father's side, my grandfather is dead and my grandmother is somehow still alive... My grandfather was a doctor, built 1 house in 2 different cities, travelled around the world and had so much success in his life he even had money to raise... a 2nd family...
Yeah...
My other grandmother... well... she simply just won't die...
Sadly, it seems she's going to hit 80 or even 90 without any problems... I hate her...
I hate her because once, when I was a kid, I heard her talking with my dad... and I heard her calling my mom.... well... I'm not going to tell you how she called her... but ever since... I hate her...
I just wish for the day I can finally say... "We're going to miss you" /sarcasm...
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Well I have my great grand parents, who after 70 years of being together, act like they are still both in their 20s. They are both highly religious but dont like to force it on anyone. Tuey beleive there is a time and place to talk God, and of yoy force it on someond you'll onlu harden their hearts towards the idea. My gramdparents on my mthers side are the same way and they have been together for 51years this up coming at the end of the month. I.can say every omoment with them has been great.
Now my fathers side I have only met once. My grandmother is dead, and the grandfather seems like one of those drunken sage types. I hold nothing against them, but seeing as we are putting my bio father in jail ots a bit akward....
Now my fathers side I have only met once. My grandmother is dead, and the grandfather seems like one of those drunken sage types. I hold nothing against them, but seeing as we are putting my bio father in jail ots a bit akward....
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If Shem can do it, then so can I. I don't know allot about the grandparents, but I'll tell you what know.
Mom's side
My granddad died before I was born. Heard that really I missed out. As he was a genuinely great man. I do know that he served in the US Air Force for 11 months during 1948/1949 training to be a Military Police officer. He had intentions of making a career out of the military, but was called back from duty when his father passed away. That's all I really know, unfortunately.
Grandma Max. She remarried a nice gentlemen, Guy, shortly after grandpa died. When I knew her, she a wrote various columns for The Warrensburg Gazette in Upstate New York. However, what I remember the most is her music. Her and Guy played in country western band. He played the fiddle, and her the piano. She used to drag my sister and I to go square dancing as often as she could. I didn't get to see her much, though. She and Mom had all but ended their relationship years prior. Grandma had a habit of knocking out Mom's teeth. Seven in total. She played wonderful music, but she wasn't the best of people. My grandma passed when I was 18.
Dad's side
Ah, Grampa H. I believe that my sister and I are the only ones with fond memories of that mean old drunk. I mean DRUNK. He drank his wife and then two kids homeless. Apparently, he got drunk and accidentally set the house on fire. It wasn't covered by the insurance. Instead of paying for insurance, he used the money on beer. My Dad tells me that they lived in the woods and lived on squirrel for a year. Eventually, the kids got taken away. He sobered up long enough to get them back and have another one. He then turned abusive. So much so, that he beat grandma crazy. Literally. She spent the last 15 years or so of her life in an asylum. She even gave birth to my aunt while there. Never got to met grandma. She passed before I was born. Probably a good thing as she had a habit of stabbing people. Anyways, granddad never sobered up. Drunk every time I saw him. Loved us grand kids tough. I have fond memories of picking him up from the bar. Pulling him out of the Hudson river. Washing his only shirt. Probably why he loved us. We took care of him. I am serious about those being fond memories. My fondest, however, was going to his sister's and his house. She forbade him to drink. But she always bought him beer. So, we would have to sneak it to him. He always rewarded us with a bowl of sherbet. Then he sit my sister and I on his, what seemed then, giant lap. Then he would teach us one of he hundred ways he knew to play solitaire. He passed when I was 11. He went out exactly the way he wanted. With a beer bottle in his hand.
Mom's side
My granddad died before I was born. Heard that really I missed out. As he was a genuinely great man. I do know that he served in the US Air Force for 11 months during 1948/1949 training to be a Military Police officer. He had intentions of making a career out of the military, but was called back from duty when his father passed away. That's all I really know, unfortunately.
Grandma Max. She remarried a nice gentlemen, Guy, shortly after grandpa died. When I knew her, she a wrote various columns for The Warrensburg Gazette in Upstate New York. However, what I remember the most is her music. Her and Guy played in country western band. He played the fiddle, and her the piano. She used to drag my sister and I to go square dancing as often as she could. I didn't get to see her much, though. She and Mom had all but ended their relationship years prior. Grandma had a habit of knocking out Mom's teeth. Seven in total. She played wonderful music, but she wasn't the best of people. My grandma passed when I was 18.
Dad's side
Ah, Grampa H. I believe that my sister and I are the only ones with fond memories of that mean old drunk. I mean DRUNK. He drank his wife and then two kids homeless. Apparently, he got drunk and accidentally set the house on fire. It wasn't covered by the insurance. Instead of paying for insurance, he used the money on beer. My Dad tells me that they lived in the woods and lived on squirrel for a year. Eventually, the kids got taken away. He sobered up long enough to get them back and have another one. He then turned abusive. So much so, that he beat grandma crazy. Literally. She spent the last 15 years or so of her life in an asylum. She even gave birth to my aunt while there. Never got to met grandma. She passed before I was born. Probably a good thing as she had a habit of stabbing people. Anyways, granddad never sobered up. Drunk every time I saw him. Loved us grand kids tough. I have fond memories of picking him up from the bar. Pulling him out of the Hudson river. Washing his only shirt. Probably why he loved us. We took care of him. I am serious about those being fond memories. My fondest, however, was going to his sister's and his house. She forbade him to drink. But she always bought him beer. So, we would have to sneak it to him. He always rewarded us with a bowl of sherbet. Then he sit my sister and I on his, what seemed then, giant lap. Then he would teach us one of he hundred ways he knew to play solitaire. He passed when I was 11. He went out exactly the way he wanted. With a beer bottle in his hand.
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What are your Grandparents like?
All dead - end of story.
All dead - end of story.
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Can't seem to stop the slow, forward march of Time, can we?
And yes, the Grandparents (and Great Grandparents) in this thread are something else.
Spies, Police Chiefs, Plantation Owners, WW Veterans . . .
Seems like all that our generation does is watch You Tube and post on FB.
The world is a lot easier to live in than in Grandpa and Grandma's Time, though.
I had a Great Grandma, too - man, she was so delightful and had a knock-out smile. She also kept a bottle of Scotch under her bed, and would take 'secret' shots from it thinking no one knew.
And yes, the Grandparents (and Great Grandparents) in this thread are something else.
Spies, Police Chiefs, Plantation Owners, WW Veterans . . .
Seems like all that our generation does is watch You Tube and post on FB.
The world is a lot easier to live in than in Grandpa and Grandma's Time, though.
I had a Great Grandma, too - man, she was so delightful and had a knock-out smile. She also kept a bottle of Scotch under her bed, and would take 'secret' shots from it thinking no one knew.
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Paternal G-Pa:
Passed away when I was in 5th grade. I cried on Halloween
Paternal G-Ma:
Passed away when I was in 1st grade. She was an Irish Catholic and drank like one. She was mean to everyone but me (everyone is a lot of people considering she had 9 kids). My dad once kicked her out of Thanksgiving because she was hilariously mean to her sons-in-law.
Maternal G-Pa:
Retired school principal turned sailer. He's old, too old to sail. He's always amazed that I'm taller and more muscular than he is and I always find that funny. Him and my maternal G-Ma always want to believe that my youngest cousin (he's 21 years old, I'm 26) is the tallest, but alas... it is I who towers high.
Maternal G-Ma:
Retired schoolteacher turned mean old lady. She's tiny and should never be allowed to drive. She loves me though, but that's because I'm the cute one.
Passed away when I was in 5th grade. I cried on Halloween
Paternal G-Ma:
Passed away when I was in 1st grade. She was an Irish Catholic and drank like one. She was mean to everyone but me (everyone is a lot of people considering she had 9 kids). My dad once kicked her out of Thanksgiving because she was hilariously mean to her sons-in-law.
Maternal G-Pa:
Retired school principal turned sailer. He's old, too old to sail. He's always amazed that I'm taller and more muscular than he is and I always find that funny. Him and my maternal G-Ma always want to believe that my youngest cousin (he's 21 years old, I'm 26) is the tallest, but alas... it is I who towers high.
Maternal G-Ma:
Retired schoolteacher turned mean old lady. She's tiny and should never be allowed to drive. She loves me though, but that's because I'm the cute one.
