I wish I had known my Gramma better--I was too young to care much about her. I do remember her carrying huge bowls of food for supper, from the kitchen, down a hall, to the dining room, when we would land at Grampa and Gramma's house-after a long drive, from Windsor, Ontario along a 2 lane highway.---5 children and Mom and Dad.
In the above picture , she must've been about the age I am now. To have a family of 7 arrive for the weekend must've been hard for her! When we would arrive , usually Aunt Enid, Dad's sister, and Aunt Olive, another sister, were there to help her--(Who names their children "Enid" and "Olive" to-day?
I remember, Gramma always had cookies, cooling, on the window sill outside of the pantry.-We were told not to touch them, but we always did. Once Mom and Dad allowed my older sister , Mary Beth, and I, to walk to the swimming pool, down the hill in Port Perry- We were told by Gramma to be back , up the hill, to their house, by 5pm.--- Of course we forgot about the time and swam to our hearts content. When we finally decided to get back , walking up that hill, we saw Gramma coming down, with a yard stick in her hand--(In fact, I have that yard stick now--the same one!)-
I don't remember Gramma using that yard stick--nor do I remember what she said, but I knew that we were very bad to not have done as we were told.
Too bad I never really ever talked to Gramma--I think I would've loved her--I think, to-day. I am a lot like her--Dad used to tell me that. --But, Mom also said I was a lot like her Mom-- LOL---
So, I suppose the moral of all this, is to grab the Grandkids-- TALK to them--tell them stories about growing up ---ask them stuff-- get in their way---make them remember "YOU"----so, one day they can blog aboutcha!
Beautiful memories! I will try to do better. I love listening to my grandsons’ stories and I need to do better telling them mine! Great idea.
ReplyDeleteI gave my parents a memory book. They started it and never finished it. I need to get that out and share what they wrote. Great conversation starter!
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Jacquie
Sweet memories.
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I was lucky enough to live very close to my grandparents all my growing up years and they both lived to a very old age. So even my children can remember them. My grandmother was kind of a crazy old lady - she only drank hot water which I always thought was odd. But she also taught me how to know which has been invaluable to me all these years later! Love the photos you posted.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing those wonderful memories and pictures with us.
ReplyDeleteI know my mother always wore a dress which meant most of the time I was in a dress!!! I don't think I got my first pair of jeans until I was in my late teens. Ladies wore dresses, hats, and gloves!!!
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Such lovely pictures and memories!
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Such nice old memories and lovely pictures, Lynda. Yes, talk about them now, show them old pictures! Such a shame to go into antique stores and see old family pictures, nobody knows who they were. Glad you can wear a warm coat. We have AC still on, damp and stinky air outside, north Texas. Ethel
ReplyDeleteI have old photos of my mom and grandma, daddy, too. They are to be cherished. I have a photo of my mom when she was 5 with a cute, smocked and pleated dress. She is sitting with hands in lap, a cute smile and Shirley Temple curls.
ReplyDeleteThose old fashioned names! My grandma and her sisters were Ada, Ida and Alva. My grandpa Lloyd, and my father Floyd.
Grandma (Ada) was a cook (nowadays she would qualify as "chef") in restaurants in Lansing...the capitol of Michigan. She was a great cook! Taught my mom what she knew, mom expanded on it and taught me. Rarely cook anymore, though. 76 y/o in a senior subsidized apt with just my kitty.
Oh, well. Such is life.
You and yours have a great weekend. It's a long one (Labor Day) here in the US. Marks the end of summer. {{{HUGS}}}
Cool memories! I didn't know my dad or his side of the family, but my mom told me they were long gone, but I was VERY close to her mom! My mom was raising me alone, and so my grandmother came to visit pretty often (about a 45 min drive), and I always was much closer to her than to my own mom. Grandmother was very warm and loving and often bought me things, things I wanted. My mom worked and was very busy, and wasn't a warm, motherly sort. At least, not the warm motherly sort I gravitated towards. I would crawl into my grandmother's bed and we would talk and whisper for a long time, and my mom was always tired and seemed to not like me to be in bed with her. She didn't like her face touched or her hair messed with, or any of that, and I loved to do those sorts of things. I lost my grandmother when I was 12, she had a stroke, it changed her and made her mean, and that was the end of the grandmother I knew. She didn't live much longer after that. Considering that I had a rough childhood, due to being badly bullied, I thank God for my grandmother!
ReplyDeleteLoving the memories and the photos. I feel very blessed to have known all four grandparents, plus two greats, and even more so that three of those grands and both greats survived into my adulthood! Stories were not just shared, they were made... over Chinese checkers, cribbage, and dominoes (no TV), as well as Summer visits. Since I'm nearing 70 and have no grandchildren, I'm thinking if I never do, or even if some magically appeared tomorrow, I won't last long enough to build memories for them.
ReplyDeleteHanging in, taking care of our health, gives us chances for that maybe to happen!