re: What do you remember most about your grandparents?

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Yep only way I even attempted coffee when I was younger. Now when my kids came along I could put down a couple pots a day

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Good old coffee milk like grandma used to make

-They spoke French (and also English)

-In the summer their house was hot and in the winter it was cold.

-There was rice at every meal.

-My paternal grandmother only left Louisiana once. To go visit her sister in Houston.

-When my maternal grandfather retired, he bought a set of Encyclopedia Britannia and read every page of every volume.

-One grandfather drank a shot of whiskey every morning and the other grandfather drank a glass of port every morning.

I’d be interested to know how many of you are closer your your moms parents than your dads.

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I’d be interested to know how many of you are closer your your moms parents than your dads.

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Mom’s parents

Maternal grandmother was the town gossip and grandfather was a lovable drunk

Paternal grandmother died right before I was born and grandfather was a mean ornery drunk

my maternal grandfather was about 75 when i was born in 1953, and died when i was 21. so he was born around 1878. i'd follow him around his garden "helping" him. he called me stooge, cause a stooge is the one who does your dirty work.

paternal grandfather was 62 when i was born, and died when i was 18 months old. He was born in 1891. i remember riding horsey on his foot. i think the memory is actually from a photo. the stories i heard growing up makes me think i got my sense of humor from him.

My maternal grandmother had me paged at St. Paul's. Janitors and freshmen relayed me the urgent cross-campus message to call her.

What was up? My folks were using an answering machine greeting that offended her. Was it my fault? Could I fix it?

My maternal grandparents:

Paw Paw driving us over the Atchafalaya to the Stuckey’s in Lottie. Us kids loved to see the river, the rest was lagniappe.

Maw Maw cooking breakfast on the weekends; it was always bacon, fried eggs, toast or biscuits, ice cold milk and orange juice.

I never knew my paternal grandfather, he died when my Dad was 11. My paternal grandmother always cooked okra gumbo for me when I wanted it. Ate so much of it as a kid that I got sick of it.

In high school I’d mow her lawn and rake leaves. The smell of burning leaves always takes me back to those times.

I’m enjoying these posts

Grew up living next door to maternal grandparents . They had owned a store for many years but has moved to the country and “retired” when I was young . Had a few cows , pigs, huge garden, pasture land , fishing pond that I got to experience (sometimes not wanting to ) Lots of memories of helping out during the summer , watching soap operas With grandmother while shelling beans, peas, her cooking 3 meals a day. The biggest memory though was my grandfather . He was one of the best checkers player in the county . There were many stories from old men about the games they used to play with tons of people watching . I grew up at an early age playing games like checkers , rook, Set Back , etc that most kids my age had never played . The whole family would get together 2 or 3 times a week playing games. My cousins hardly spent any time with them so I was the favorite and my granddad would always tell my mother he wanted to live long enough to see what I would do with my life while he was at my baseball games (sitting behind home plate ) but he died my 9th grade year. Hard working man. Miss those days

I wrote about one pair of grandparents earlier. On the other side, my grandfather died long before I was born. My uncle took care of his mom and was like a grandfather. She died when I was fairly young, so memories are limited.

- She was half Cherokee
- They were very poor and very country
- She made wonderful breakfasts of fried squirrel and gravy, biscuits, eggs, sorghum syrup, and preserves, all of which she made (uncle shot the squirrels), including the butter.
- She gave great hugs

After my mom died, I found a bunch of letters from her to my mom. Most were written about the time they got married. I was kind of surprised at how well-written and perfect her handwriting was. The letters were very sweet and showed a different side of her.