I imagine you’re quite a fun grandma and those young’uns one day will appreciate any mushy thing you ever said. My Grandpa Duncan was a FL Scot/hillbilly. I don’t remember him saying any mushy thing to me. His expression of love was buying you a soda pop at the gas station or a hamburger at the diner if you rode into town with him in his ancient pick-up that rattled like pieces of it were about to drop off. My grandma Nellie Duncan never said “I love you” but would demonstrate it by literally baling a cake if she knew you were coming to visit or by whipping up a blouse or skirt for you on her trusty ol Singer with a foot peddle before you left.
My Grandmother ( good Swedish stock) once told me her children and grandchildren were the "jewels in her crown". Now that I have 4 wonderful grands of my own, I know exactly what she meant. I am a very lucky woman, No, love isn't always said out loud, but it abounds in our family. It's beautiful , and my heart is full.
My grandma T and grandma and grandpa M memories are the sunshine I grab for comfort and support when the clouds roll in on me. Grandpa took my little hand and we would say good morning to all the farm animals. And even the non existent fish in the pond if I asked. When the huge monster bull got loose I was terrified he’d come crashing through a wall to find me. But they frantically scoured everywhere till they found me hiding under the bed. I was almost 3. Grandma T was always there for me. Even bravely overcoming her fear of flying to me help care for her newborn granddaughter. She didn’t do alot of hugging. But she didn’t miss a week sending us check or paying for a loving long distance call 47 years ago after my husband’s cancer diagnosis.
My grandparents gave me a lifetime of membership in the golden gifts club. All wrapped in love - no box or postage needed. Invaluable.
Thank you for the reminder of memories that warms my morning as I have my coffee.
Oh! They sound just perfect, and I giggled at the even the fish if I wanted to say hello. I am infinitely more patient with these two than I was with my own -- which means I'm still impatient but I'm not biting the heads off chickens.
But I think that being a person with children is also very important. Not just Authority, not just Resource, but a person. You are giving that gift as well, I expect.
My maternal grandparents doted on me, to the chagrin of my sibs and cousins. My grandfather built single family homes. Several days a week my preschool and (later) summertime daycare entailed getting in the truck and accompanying him to building sites, standing on the edge of the seat with my hands braced on the metal dashboard until I was big enough to see out the window. Crazy when I think about it now but I thought it was pretty cool back then. He passed away when I was still in high school by which time he had moved in with us. We got into the habit of watching the nightly news together in his room before I did homework or left to hang out with my friends. I don’t know that I really appreciated that back then but I do now.
I was blessed to grandmas and a great-grandma. I have wonderful memories, each very different from the other. My husband moved back to New England largely so our son could grow up with his grand parents. I think of them often and wish I could go back and ask them more questions.
I imagine you’re quite a fun grandma and those young’uns one day will appreciate any mushy thing you ever said. My Grandpa Duncan was a FL Scot/hillbilly. I don’t remember him saying any mushy thing to me. His expression of love was buying you a soda pop at the gas station or a hamburger at the diner if you rode into town with him in his ancient pick-up that rattled like pieces of it were about to drop off. My grandma Nellie Duncan never said “I love you” but would demonstrate it by literally baling a cake if she knew you were coming to visit or by whipping up a blouse or skirt for you on her trusty ol Singer with a foot peddle before you left.
I love this.
Make that “baking”
My Grandmother ( good Swedish stock) once told me her children and grandchildren were the "jewels in her crown". Now that I have 4 wonderful grands of my own, I know exactly what she meant. I am a very lucky woman, No, love isn't always said out loud, but it abounds in our family. It's beautiful , and my heart is full.
I think I know what you mean.
My grandma T and grandma and grandpa M memories are the sunshine I grab for comfort and support when the clouds roll in on me. Grandpa took my little hand and we would say good morning to all the farm animals. And even the non existent fish in the pond if I asked. When the huge monster bull got loose I was terrified he’d come crashing through a wall to find me. But they frantically scoured everywhere till they found me hiding under the bed. I was almost 3. Grandma T was always there for me. Even bravely overcoming her fear of flying to me help care for her newborn granddaughter. She didn’t do alot of hugging. But she didn’t miss a week sending us check or paying for a loving long distance call 47 years ago after my husband’s cancer diagnosis.
My grandparents gave me a lifetime of membership in the golden gifts club. All wrapped in love - no box or postage needed. Invaluable.
Thank you for the reminder of memories that warms my morning as I have my coffee.
Oh! They sound just perfect, and I giggled at the even the fish if I wanted to say hello. I am infinitely more patient with these two than I was with my own -- which means I'm still impatient but I'm not biting the heads off chickens.
But I think that being a person with children is also very important. Not just Authority, not just Resource, but a person. You are giving that gift as well, I expect.
They were. And a correction 70 something Grandma T flew in to help me with her great granddaughter.
My maternal grandparents doted on me, to the chagrin of my sibs and cousins. My grandfather built single family homes. Several days a week my preschool and (later) summertime daycare entailed getting in the truck and accompanying him to building sites, standing on the edge of the seat with my hands braced on the metal dashboard until I was big enough to see out the window. Crazy when I think about it now but I thought it was pretty cool back then. He passed away when I was still in high school by which time he had moved in with us. We got into the habit of watching the nightly news together in his room before I did homework or left to hang out with my friends. I don’t know that I really appreciated that back then but I do now.
That's one solid foundation.
Grandkids are a joy no matter how old they are.
I was blessed to grandmas and a great-grandma. I have wonderful memories, each very different from the other. My husband moved back to New England largely so our son could grow up with his grand parents. I think of them often and wish I could go back and ask them more questions.
Being utterly secure makes very little noise. I am so glad that my son is like like-- though less so than before puberty.
Such a blessing you are to each other. Love makes all the difference. ❤️
That's exactly right. We are so fortunate to have one another.
You are blessed as are they.
I believe that entirely.