Your Grandparents

All of mine are gone now but I was thinking about them...

4/4 of mine have died.  I wasn't real close to any of them.  2 of them died when I was very young.  The other two I didn't get along with that well.


Edited by HolyMoly - August 07 2012 at 15:29

I have two living grandmothers and one living great grandmother (born in April 1915).  My one grandfather died a few years back.  My other grandfather I know nothing other than that his name is Bill.

All of mine are dead too.  My paternal grandmother died when I was two.  Both of my grandfathers died in my senior year of high school.  My maternal grandmother died about 5 years ago.  I always enjoyed seeing my paternal grandfather, but he was remarried, so we only seemed to see him a handful of times each year.  My maternal grandfather could have played the part of Archie Bunker.  I was really close with my maternal grandmother after my grandfather died until she moved to Columbus Ohio with my aunt and uncle.  In the last few years of her life I would only see her a few times a year.

My parents are dead, their parents are dead too. I never knew my maternal granddad, I think he died during WW2, he worked on the railways, my maternal nan was a big scary woman who I rarely saw because I think she scared my mum and dad too (my mother was raised by her sister who was some twenty years older), she died when I was quite young so I have few memories apart from her baking skills, (whenever we did visit the whole house would smell of freshly baked cakes and pastries), and she had a television, which in working class England back in the early 60s was quite unusual. My paternal granddad was a farm labourer who came off the farms to work as a builder's labourer in the late 40s because of all the rebuilding work that was happening, my nan used to be "in service" between the wars, she was just a housewife when I knew her. I spent most of my summers with them in the late 60s and early 70s and would spend hours with my granddad foraging for wild mushrooms and berries, poaching the occasional rabbit or pheasant, or just working on his allotment - he was a sharp and canny person who would never miss a trick and I hope some of that rubbed off on me. They died when I was 14 - granddad suffered a stroke that paralysed his left-hand side, he then caught pneumonia and with only one working lung was too weak to fight it off - nan just faded away after that and was gone within three months of him. I miss them both, and I miss my parents more.

Only one living one for me.

4/4 grandparents gone. Both of my paternal grandparents died well before I was born. Of the two remaining ones, I was very close to my grandmother, she was a magnificent person, one of a kind. I saw her ex-husband (my mother's father) just about three times in my life. And I never cared or wanted more than that.

So I basically only ever had one grandparent.

Edited by Triceratopsoil - August 07 2012 at 17:32

St. Petersburg is a beautiful place. 

All dead, all dead.

Both my real grandmothers died before I knew them, one of my grandfathers shortly after that. A couple of step grandparents died after that, and then the only real one left. I never had a close relationship with any of them.