Happy Father’s Day to all the Wonderful Father’s and Grandfather’s out there! Enjoy your day!
What’s your favorite memory of a Grandparent or Grandparent figure in your life Ladies?
My favorite memory of my Nana who is my Dad’s Mom was going to her house on New Years Day. Nana and Jean, her companion would host New Years Day dinner and the entire Westerholm family would attend.
Nana had stockings hung from her fireplace for everyone overflowing with fun gadgets we all loved to play with. She always found really unique things you didn’t find in the regular stores like 2 inch x 2 inch cameras or boxes that were puzzles. My stocking always had a new Barbie bursting out of the top!
Within minutes of being there one of us would distract Nana while the other went straight to the heat thermostat to knock it back from 140 degree’s to a mild 85. She would figure it out soon enough and we would be right back into the Arizona desert within the hour but it was a fun challenge. Next stop the fudge dish, Jean made fudge to die for, no one else has EVER even come close. There was the smell of Jean’s turkey in the oven with mash potatoes and gravy. If Jean hadn’t been there we’d all be eating P B & J sandwiches, Nana’s specialty and favorite. It was what family was to me being there with my Aunt and Uncle and Cousins. I loved the Chaos of everyone talking and having fun. It was never boring. I miss those times and love the memories!
Jacquie’s 2 cents~
I only really knew one of my four grandparents, my dad’s mother, Agnes Janzen. Her husband, my grandfather John, died when my dad was a pre-teen. My mom’s dad lived in Australia and her mother made England her home so there wasn’t much bonding that went on there.
Gramma Janzen was a gem, though, and was the quintessentially perfect grandmother. She always had fresh baking on hand, was always up for a game of scrabble ( though she sometimes bent the rules. Very competitive lady) and she was a wonderful listener. She was already quite elderly when I came from Australia so I only knew her as a smiling, white-haired cuddly, slow-moving old person who seemed to really like having us around for visits.
My most profound memory is of a short conversation I had with her when I was 18. I was venting about the fact that some of my old high school friends had made disparaging comments about my having an Asian boyfriend (now my husband of 24 years ). She said that in a couple of centuries all races will be mixed and that will no longer be an issue and the world will be a better place for everyone. I was stunned to hear such a thoroughly modern ideal come from such a conservative, old-fashioned looking woman. It really made me realize how little I knew about her.
She was all about love and family and good meals. She passed away three years later, the same night my dad told her I had just become engaged. I was living in Toronto at the time and so I didn’t see her at the end but I was told she was very happy for me ~ and I truly believe she was. Here’s to you, Gramma!
Bonnie’s 2 cent’s~
I have so many wonderful memories of my grandparents on my mothers side that I don’t know where to begin. We were always very close which I believe stemmed from the fact that I lived with them when I was a baby. Strong bonds were formed early and remained always. The relationship I had with my grandfather and the influence he had on my life was very special to me. I’ve just shared some of those stories in my last post, so today I am going to share some memories of my grandmother.
One of the first things that comes to my mind when I think about my grandmother is her laugh. She had a really great giggle and she found humour in so many things. I can still hear her laughing out loud and slapping her thigh. That memory in itself will always make me smile.
My grandma was one of those people who understood the joy of play and would get right down at my level to join me in all kinds of different play. She found the fun in these simple things. One of her greatest gifts to me was to help me learn to read at only 5 years old. It really gave me a boost when I started school. She bought me a subscription to receive a new Dr.Seuss book every month. I’m still a HUGE Dr.Seuss fan by the way.
One year I went to spend the summer with them and she had all kinds of adventures planned for us. When we found old cow skulls on their property she encouraged me to pretend we were archaeologists finding dinosaur bones. She demonstrated the danger of cactus by blowing up a plastic bag and popping it on the sharp needles. She “helped” me build a tree fort which remained dangerously intact for many years. If I so much as licked the spoon after she made cookies she would tell everyone that I helped her make them and would brag about what a great help I was. During my summer stay each night she and I would sit together and she would ask me to describe my day to her and then she would write down in my own words everything I said. It was my first journal and I cherish it to this day.
I miss her so much but I’m forever grateful for having had her in my life while I did.