re: What Do You Remember About Your Grandma?

my mom's mom was called Nanny and the most amazing woman. i was the first grandchild so i was the chosen one to speak. would spend the whole summer with her and my Papa. living in Slidell through early years going and spending summer with them was really nice. would eat the best food and spend all day at camp on Pearl River with my Papa. no doubt BEST days of my life growing up. they both lived to be in their 90's which was such a blessing because me two sons actually knew them. think of both of them daily
dad's mom was a really sweet lady who could cook anything and it was always delicious. always worried about everyone. would go over and listen to Jerry Clower 8-tracks all the time.
was actually blessed to know both of my great great grandparents on my papas side and nanys side. they have some good genes.

My wife’s grandmother was 14 when she married her husband back in the early 20’s. Perfectly normal back then but holy shite it’s crazy to think about from today’s standards.

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What Do You Remember About Your Grandma?

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She loved me with all her heart. I was perfect in her eyes no matter what I did or said. It was an unconditional love that I need to do better about giving to my wife and daughter.
I say I love them unconditionally, but my actions often show I love them differently at times based on their current behavior.

Thanks for the reminder

loved both of mine dearly

lost my last one last year.

here’s what i wrote about it.



People thought she was slipping when she got some names wrong, But in reality she’s been calling us boys the wrong names for 40 years.

My earliest memories start in her kitchen where Café au lait in my bottle was normal. Granny grits and potato soup were our nourishment.
There was always Popeyes fried chicken on Sundays when the Saints played …until we discovered Brothers.

As long as I remember being I remember Granny there. She kept us. We watched wrasslin not wrestling. We played in their hot tub for countless hours.
Car rides in a blue Grand Marquis or a Ford van meant listening to her favorite tapes -Julio Iglesias, Willie Nelson, The Commitments and the Three Tenors .

I remember what seemed like foot-long skinny cigarettes out of a little leather pouch, and if we were at some joyous occasion where a drink was offered she’d “take a little highball”.

She wasn’t just a Granny to us. It never mattered how many friends we brought on our misadventures to Louisiana. She welcomed everyone in the door.

Because of my adoration for her My second daughter is named Hazel. My third baby Maeve, may not ever know how close she became to being named Zenobia .
Their sisterhood was something anyone would be jealous of. They had a great time no matter where they were. They could be telling tales about the Rougarou at Uncle Daniel’s hunting camp in Brookhaven, playing Mexican train on the porch of a beach condo at Summer House, or just some crawfish boil for somebody’s graduation, birthday, or engagement.

She never met a stranger. She was Hilarious and a Joy. She loved us dearly and protected us fiercely.

You travelled far and wide and long did you reign. You will be missed. Thank you for the memories. Please keep watching over us.

A lot about both. They both lived to almost 100. Great women who were strong, faithful and had great dignity and courage despite having little to no money or assets. They stayed active until near the end. Neither were afraid to work hard. They loved their family fiercely and would do anything for the grandkids. Miss them all the time.

My grandma died in 2014. Looking back, I remember when she turned 50(I was 10) and thought that was old as shite. I'll be there in 5 years. I recently looked back at some old pictures and my grandparents just looked old in general, even though they weren't. I guess that's what having 10 kids does to a person,

I also remember both of my great grandmothers. One passed away when I was 6 or 7 and the other when I was 23.

Let's see...

My mom's mom worked for the CIA, which was pretty cool. She lived in a lot of interesting places but was a massive bitch so I don't know much about her and honestly good riddance.

My dad's mom was the best! She owned a poker room which I always thought was super fun. She made the best rice krispie treats and potato salad. Her home was always perfect and I absolutely love that she themed her Christmas tree every single year. I still remember her Patriotic one with all the flags. I was also her favorite, which I loved because I was not the favoite child in my househould so I ate that up! I miss her.

My step grandma is still alive, just visited her and my grandpa last week! She is an amazing woman. Almost 80, they just renovated a hotel in town to sell and are about to buy another house to fix up and sell. She lives on a ranch with him on the Yellowstone River in MT. She's the grandma where when I told my son he couldn't go climbing on their garage roof, she said "why not" and took him up there and climbed the roof with him.

She loved roses.

My dad's mom was born in Georgia. Her family were sharecroppers. They were dirt poor. She used to have a picture of her family when she was younger. I think it was 9 siblings. They all lived in a very small house with no floors. She had two children. My aunt was her first child who she gave birth to when she was 15. My aunt is in her 80s.

She didn't learn to drive until she was in her 50s. Her husband, my grandpa, died on my 1st birthday, but he drove everywhere. Everyone was scared to ride with her because she drove like absolute shite.

She once came to our house when I was a teenager. One of my friends was over. When my friend was leaving he noticed a huge dent on the passenger side. My daddy called her and told her the situation and she says "I thought I hit something, but I wasn't sure what it was".

My mom's mom had 8 kids, 16 grandkids when she passed away. She had ALS. Her dad was the captain on the first boat to go through the Plaquemine locks. She was a no nonsense woman who would punch her sons like a man to break them up from fighting. She didn't hesitate to whip any of her grandkids.

My Irish grandmother made better gumbo than my Cajun grandmother, but my Cajun grandmother made the best dirty rice.

My Cajun grandmother loved her smokes and Pearl beer. My Irish grandmother loved her annual trips to Vegas.

They both loved their grandchildren immensely and I miss them.