Do you have one special story or memory about one of your four grandparents? What? Why is it special for you?
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I can remember when I was young about the age of 7 and my Mom's Dad ran a old fashion grocery store, with the open meat dpet. where you could still get slice ham, cheese, Bologna etc. They lived 3 blocks from store so I could walk there and Here would set up my own little table in back room, two wood crates, one for table, one for bench, butcher paper for my table cloth. paper towel for a plate. sliced cheese, Bologna for main meal and a bottle for coke out of the machine. For desert a orange pushup. And for the trip back a got a small bag of penny candy. I always looked forward to the trips to Ok in the summer just for these trips from Gramdmas house down the street to the store for lunch with grandpa.
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whenever i used to drive somewhere with baba + gido (ukranian) we used to put in this old country CD with red river vallry and songs like that and we used to sing to it the whole way!
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We were at a restaurant and I said, "Grandma, you're weird" (in a nice way). She said, "...that's okay" and continue eating. it was hilarious because I love my grandma and she is so F.O.B.
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My Grandmother and I were very close: we even shared a middle name. That must be why she took a particular interest in the spelling of my name. When I was born, my parents put "Melanie Grace" on the birth certificate. My Grandmother, however, took one look at it and marched her way down to the hospital and forced them to "correct" the spelling of my first name to "Mellanie". (Thus insuring I would never have personalized pencils, stamps, or stickers growing up.) She was murdered when I was 12 years old, her life taken over a stupid television she would gladly have given the burglar if there had been a need. I still miss her, but thanks to her I have the legacy of an unusual name and the guts to stand up to anyone if I think I'm right.
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I have special memories with all of them. All four of my grandparents are still living, and I've spent a lot of time with all of them in my life. I was always very close to my grandmother, and it is very special remembering being a kid in her home. She was an amazing cook, and what she would make for me is always a source of great nostalgia. She took wonderful care of me and her home was very much my home for my whole childhood.
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My Memaw hated children. I was 17 when I had my first "real" conversation with her. It was the night one of my exes broke my rib and my jaw. She was staying with us because she had been sick. Mom said that Memaw was asking for me. I was scared shitless, she never wanted to talk to me! She was the first person to spank me when I was little! I sat at her bedside and she told me "Jo, people can't make you feel inferior unless you allow them to. You're better than that, you're a fighter, you're just like me. I love you." That was the first time my Memaw ever told me she loved me. It wasn't until a few months later that I had found out she was in a similar relationship when she was younger. Last year, when I was 23, I sat at her bedside in the exact spot and held her hand while she took her last breath. I miss her. She was the only person that ever told me I was strong.
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My grandparents dated in the 1940s after the war. They met because MY grandpa was hanging around getting into trouble with his best friend and the best friends girl was tired of him hanging with her man. So she set up a date between him and my grandmother. Skip ahead almost a year. Grandma is thinking of getting engaged grandpa isnt ready. Grandma hints over and over about getting married. They go to Coney Island and are eating crackerjacks. Grandma reaches in box and pulls out a plastic ring. Grandpa starts laughing and Grandma doesnt talk to him for a month. Eventually they got married and I attended their 60th wedding aniversary last friday.
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Ah, yes. Papah! How well I remember. We were watching "Dennis the Menace" when Ralph Myers, our next-door neighbor came over to tell us that the police had picked Papah up and taken him to Burnham Hospital in Champaign because they found him asleep on the street. Just another one of his drunken escapades, but they didn't know that. Ah, the memories of having a grandfather who was the town's official town drunk! I actually thought it was cool. My mom and my aunts did not.
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I do..my grandpa (mother's dad)..on his deathbed..told me I was a jewel and that I should always be careful about what setting I put myself in. I was 16 years old. I thought that was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me! :)
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Yes, When I was little my grandma (God rest her soul) and my grandpa used to sit up on the sofa at night at like 3 in the morning, and we used to watch barney, and my grandma would feed me bananna pudding and my mom would have been at work for midnights and when she came home she would find me in my crib with bananna pudding dried around my mouth... haha.... good times.
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My Maternal Grandfather used to box Internationally when he was in the Army( Amateur) He lost a leg in the war but he enjoyed boxing so much that he used to tie his Synthetic leg to a gate post and take on all comers.. It was probably the gatepost at the pub (He was Irish) H gave up drink outlived 3 wives and then had seven children with his fourth wife when he was in his sixties. He was a wonderful Grandfather.
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