When you were a kid. Was there A Thing in Grandma's house that you still remember?
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Yes a yellow metal chair right by the telephone. And us kids use to giggle cause instead of saying "hello" she answered the phone saying "yellow" fun fun fun +3 great question.
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Yeah, my grandma
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Yup, the Kentucky Long Rifle hanging on the wall. :-)
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Yes! = My *very* wierd uncle! ;-)
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At my Nana's house, I loved the fireplace. It was so beautiful, and made entirely of river rock. At my Grandma's house I loved her beautiful fuchsia plants growing everywhere.
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there was a drawer in the bottom step of the staircase. virtually invisible. it contained an old style metal coin bank. it had a small door with a combination lock. and other toys.
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The smell of her wonderful cooking. I remember she was always in the kitchen cooking.
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I remember the storm cellar/root cellar with shelves of fruit preserves and home canned veggies, red onions and lavender hanging from the ceiling and wringer-washing machine that she used until her stroke in 1984.
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Nylon knitted pillows and afgan blankets.
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Yes! A big mantle clock that chimed the hours
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Of course, yes, I looked at my grandmother's pictures.
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Outhouse. Had a half-moon on the door and a Sears catalogue for toilet paper. Would you ever have guessed we lived in the south?
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The smell of baking!!!
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Yes, her big feather bed.
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Lots of things, but the piano really stands out. On Christmas and Thanksgiving, the whole family would gather 'round and sing songs.
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Last night, I was thinking about this. From my maternal grandmother, I always remember that she wanted to cook something good to eat. She was always quilting and had a bedroom that she turned into a quilting room. I never saw her down or depressed. She was always willing to talk with me. She also canned jelly and vegetables all of the time. The very best thing that I remember is that she loved me unconditionally. From my paternal grandmother's house, I remember a wonderful feather bed, wonderful homemade biscuits, fresh butter beans and lots of other vegetables from the garden. My memories of her house also include a cow and a chicken house -- I would go and gather eggs when I came to visit her on vacation. There were also many hours when all of us would sit on the front porch and rock in rocking chairs or sit in the swing. It was a simpler time and all of these memories remind me of that time -- the memories are priceless. Although, she was my stepfather's mother, both her and my grandfather didn't treat me any differently that they did their biological grandchildren.
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i can remember lots of things but one of the things was a picture it was blue with a real puppy and kitten on it, oh how i do miss my grandma
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What I remember is that no matter when I was there, whether for a planned meal or just dropped by to say..there was always something wonderful to eat..great smells coming from the kitchen..always..never failed. I think that is remarkable! :) ((hugs))
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wellni remember a lotof things but the thing i most remember was her suicidal pet shark.this shark totally jumped out of the tank and killed itself on purpose.it wouldalways jump out but that time we couldnt get him because he was under the couch. :(pooor champ(sharks name).
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Yes, on old spinning wheel that her mother, my great grandmother, used to really use.
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cigarettes
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The music organ. It was so tempting to switch all those colorful levers and dials.
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Lots of things. But special one was a red colored cookie jar. It always had yummy cookies.
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I was looking about her attic and I found porno mags.
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There was a stack of old women's magazines from the 1950's that I used to love to read.
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They lived in a small coal-mining town in Pennsylvania, and during my time out of the womb (I was the last kid) we lived in Denver, LA, & Kansas City, so we only made the trek 3 times. It was an old house with a coal-fired stove that didn't heat much, a dirt-floored cellar, and an upstairs where you'd have to go thru one bedroom to get to the other. At some point after my parents married my paternal grandparents (PG's) moved into the other half of the duplex where my maternal grandma (MG) lived, which I never thought twice about. My MG would cook us dinners, and my PG's would bake up desserts and make ice cream floats. They had a front porch with green trim, and across the street was a steep wooded hill.
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Sure, lots of things; I was just thinking of it a couple of days ago. She lived in a very old plank board house that was originally 3 rooms; 2 bedrooms and an "everything else" room in the middle. Indoor plumbing, a bathroom and a kitchen were added in the late 40's or early 50's. The two things that stick out in my mind are the feather bed that I fell asleep in many times and an old ringer washer that almost ate my arm one day when we were doing laundry. My fingers had gotten tangled in a sheet as we fed it though and the next thing I knew, it was munching hungrily on my forearm. Grandma picked up a piece of stove wood and landed a mighty blow to the top of the ringer with it. It reluctantly reversed and spat out my arm. (I have no idea how this worked but who's gonna argue with a frightened Cherokee grandma waving a big chunk of hickory?) I was okay; other than being a bit squeamish about the contraption from then on. :)
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a parafin heater that smelled awful a record player built into the sideboard and a jigsaw puzzle of inside buckingham palace framed on the wall.late 1970s
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Yes, she had a huge grandfather clock. I was very respectful of that clock, observing the pendulum swinging......
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Nothing, i never went there because one Grandma was dead and the other was divorced with my Grandpa and we never saw her (she was cheating on him or something...)
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Her armoire. It was filled with the most fascinating clothes.
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The smell. Not that it was bad or anything, but the scent of it is unforgettable.
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My great grandmother had an old home. In the basement was a coal shaft. And she had the grates on the wall like you saw in the movie "Christmas Story". How was very cool to a little kid.
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Hahaha... mothballs. Man, I can't walk through a hardware store and catch a whiff of mothballs without feeling nostalgic! Isn't that silly?
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Ohhhh yes! LOTS of things. But the one thing that left a lasting impression on me was the old pot-bellied stove in the center of the house that provided most of the heat. One morning, when I was about seven years old, I was dressing right in front of the stove because it was very cold. I bent over to put on my undershorts, my rear end stuck out, and I branded myself on the stove! : D
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Yes! She had all of her furnitures covered with real thick plastic covers, and they would make this wierd noise every time you would sit on'em.
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I remember much of her house.
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her rifle she kept by the front door. She wasn't afraid to use it and once shot a coyote that was bothering her cat.
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I was raised in my Grandmother's house. I can still remember every room in perfect, vivid detail.
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Oh yes! Grandma!! In a white apron .. that had both bottom and top .. with big pockets .. that always seemed to have the most amazing things in them. She did everything with that apron. Wipe my tears with it. Carry garden vegetables from the back into the house inside it. She was short, stout and had her hair wrapped around the top of her head. She often had bits of flour on her face. That image of her in the kitchen in that white apron .. hair up .. a few wisps down .. flour .. and SMILING and happy .. the smells of fresh baked breads in the air? WOW .. precious memories indeed. :)
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She had an enormous cast iron skillet. I couldn't even pick it up.
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I remember most everything about her house and I loved it. I miss her so.
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This really cool old clock that had a key to wind it. It chimed on the quarter hour. Thanks for asking. I needed that.
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Yes, I can close my eyes and see everything including my Grandparents - I miss them so much! The thing I remember is now in my house on the wall, it is a shelf w/nicnacks that she collected - all worthless but priceless to me! I will always cherish it!!
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A Japanese dragon statue that used to scare me when I was little. -
my grandparents always had like 30 porcelain heads on the wall of different people, not famous, but just people. they scared me...
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Her god awful JEAN NATE. She was fabulous BUT that JEAN NATE was just terrible.
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My little glass of milk!
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I rememer a little music box that hung on a cord on the corner of a knickknack shelf. It was shaped like a little house and when you pulled the cord it played a little folk tune. As soon as we got to Grandma's my sister and I would race for the music box and take turns pulling the string. I also remember that Grandma would always dress us in one of Grandpa's white t-shirts for bed and pull out an ancient sofa ed that she had in the laundry room. Lots of good memories.
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Yes....her player piano. Spent many many hours playing with it.
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The bottle of booze next to the stove
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I have so many wonderful memories of my grandparents...My Maternal Grandmother was her breakfast...cream of wheat and very soft boiled egss....I today still like the boiled eggs.... My Paternal Grandparents....we lived much closer to them and got to see them so much more...but my memory of my Grandma was the thick Tortillas w/lots of butter My Grandpo it was working out in the fields w/him....he had a decent size farm...our of all the grandchildren there was only 2 of us he would allow to go out into his fields...
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Great, great question. At grandma's: plaster heads of weird characters - a pirate, a gypsy; her mashed potatoes and meringues, the bottle of whiskey she kept under the grandfather clock and told me never to tell anyone about. Her crossword puzzles. Her photograph of her youngest son who died at 17. Her electric tea maker. And the smell, more than anything else, the smell, a sort of summery, boiled vegetables and polish smell.
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I was raised by my grandparents so I remember everything in their house so I will talk about my Great Grandma's house. Her house always smelled like Bannana's and Orange's. She always had fresh fruit in the house. Her basement really scared me. Her old Singer foot powered treadle sewing machine which she used into the 1970's when she died. She had a big antique piano and played it well. She was very artistic made ceramic geese and painted oil paintings. She had an old rotary push mower (the kind with no motor) and I used to get $3.00 to mow her lawn with it. $3.00 was a big sum to me in those days. She kept a chamber pot under her bed because her bathroom was upstairs and she was afraid to go up there at night for some reason.
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it was a very small ceramic planter of a woman's head with a hat and the womans face looked like lucille ball (my favorite comedienne at the time)
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Yes. The smell. It smelled like a cow shit in there.
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A set of stacking Russian Dolls. When she died, they were all I wanted from her stuff
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My Grandparents lived in this really old house. And for some reason the heating vent was right in the middle of the floor. It was huge. You couldn't avoid it. You had to step on it to get through to the kitchen. Me and my cousins were terrified of the thing! We always jumped over it. It never felt sturdy enough to hold anyone!!! My uncle lives in the house now that my grandparents are gone. That vent still pisses me off everytime I see it..LOL.
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Yes, i remember watching the Atlanta Braves with them. To this day the Braves are my favorite team and i always try to catch a game.
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I believe it was a Bible, but it could have been some other book, that contained the following............ I remeber opening this book and the inside was hollow and contained a pistol. i was amazed, I did not handle the weapon. i was 7 years old. I never told anyone, until now, about my find. At my grandmothers house. Good old grandma!
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My paternal Grammy had a gramaphone that we used to play 78 speed records on and wait until it would wind down. We thought it was great fun to dance to the music. My maternal gramma, we called her "maw" used to live out in the country and she had a donkey that we used to ride. That old grey shack is still standing and someone still lives in it.
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my gran
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the smell of her perfume
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besides the stench of urine and the knitted toilet paper roll covers that had scary looking doll heads sewn into them, i remember the container of red hummingbird food that she often mistook for juice.
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The sound of the night train that ran through the night in back of her house. When I hear that sound at night it takes me back to that place even now.
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The unique "homey" smell of her place
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There was a big black leather recliner chair in the living room, that belonged to her boyfriend. His name was Harvé or something, and he was this humongous burly lumberjack looking devil, with a huge black beard. That chair was his prized possession. My dad took me over there often, and one day I climbed up on the chair, and this Harvé guy looked at me with the meanest face I ever saw, because NOBODY could touch his chair. I totally got scared of him and got off the chair. But, that's not fair, I was like four.
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The traffic and the weird light effects it made on the wall as they passed.
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The antique cart table, that she left me when she passed a few years ago. Oh yea and her little juice glasses and a tiffany style antique lamp
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OH, YEAH. I would have lived there full time if I could have.
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So many things.
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Liquor Cabinet
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Grandma....she was always there :o)
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She made the best "arroz con pollo" (rice with chicken) ever. And she liked to watch boxing. I know--weird!
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She had this glass cat that was decorated with blue flowers that I used to play with when my mother wasn't looking. I remember her apartment pretty vividly. Immaculate.
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I have never met any of my grandparents, uncles, or aunts.
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She had these Chocolate mints (after eights) I loved them. Another thing that sticks out in my mind is all of the Fridge Magnets that she had
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I was lucky to have all my grandparents until I was older...my great grandparents didn't pass away till I was 20 and the last grandparent I was 31...each home I can remember vividly...the smells, sounds and sights....gatherings...and each grandparent was unique and always loving....I was/am very blessed to have a loving family through good times and bad...never turning their back on the other no matter how bad a screw up the other has done...the love and strength came from our base love of/from these people...
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the photo albums. there's always that stack when you walk in.
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yeh... a bigger TV than i had...i thought it was like a mini theater...cuz i thoguht it was so big then... untill she got a flat screen wall thingy...wich is WAY BIGGER...lol....
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Yes....Homemade tortillas with butter! Unhealthy, but yummy!
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A bronze sculpture of a nude woman carrying an urn of water.
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a few things but she had this tree in her front yard that i just loved climbing.
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i remember that brown rocking chair in the good ole days
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A T-shirt with a dirty joke on it. Found it in the cupboard.. was only 8 y/o so never told them i saw it... funny now that I understand it... but that's what I remember the most. Giggling like a school girl as I was.
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a very old grandfather clock that my grandpa had to always fix...
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no. both my grandmas were dead be4 i was born. cancer killed them both. i have step gradmas tho
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I was always going to her house after school, and a meal would be waiting for me... She never complained how much time I took from their lives, and I loved her because of that. I miss her.
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The piano on which we sat together and play, the big old lemon tree - I ate lemons till one day I got some kind of rush cause of eating too much!
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Burnt toast.
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Yes, sure.
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I lived with Grandma for my first 5 years so there is lots that I remember. I'll give you the dog though, Sparky. A fox terrier that was kind of chubby.
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the the badly built lean-to kitchen
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YES HER REFRIGERATOR= IT TOOK 2 LARGE CHUNKS OF ICE TO KEEP IT COLD. NO POWER.
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The smell -- not a bad smell, it was just the way Granny's house smelled.
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This old cabinet that belonged too her Grandmother. +5
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I remembered her Cukoo CLock.
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My uncle Paul? ;-)
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I did not really have a Grandma, they died very early. In my Grandfathers house there was his false leg which as a little girl I used to call his Dolls leg. I used to sit on his lap and he taught me to read. Yes my Grandfather is what I remember about the house.
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My brother wearing Strawberry Shortcake pajamas from grandma... tee hee
-NUNYA-- 
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