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Coffee House Chatter: Grandparents...

  Author:  64365  Category:(Group) Created:(10/1/2012 8:17:00 AM)
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Hello, everyone!!!!  Welcome to the Coffee House!

C'mon in and have some coffee...always on the house.

Or, you can have another beverage...always plenty on hand.

 

Today, I want to touch on the subject of Grandparents.  I'm sure everyone

has some good memories, or maybe not so good memories, of their grandparents.

You are welcome to share it here.  Why not?  I'm going to.  ( if you are uncomfortable

sharing about your grandparents, you can talk about other stuff...no set rules here

except for the g-rating that I never have to remind you'all about.

 

I remember my grandmother was a real piece of work.  My goodness, but she was one of

those Hard Shell Southern Baptists, unbendable, unmovable, totally set in her ways.

I got the hickory switch more times than I care to remember from that woman,

but I can honestly say I deserved it and more.

 

I think I've mentioned the time I brought the big fishing worm in the house all happy

and proud that I was going to be able to catch a big fish with it.

 (To some, the bigger the bait the bigger the fish)

Well, she danged near had a heart attack when she carefully removed the snake from

my hands.  Heck, I didn't know it was a snake....looked like a big worm to me.   I was only

three years old...what the heck did I know?

Then, the time when I found the poor sick raccoon laying lifeless in the bottom of

the refrigerator, with a bloody hole in it...I took it out and took it to her bed, put it under

the covers to get it warm, and get it well.  Then, I went outside to play and totally

forgot about it.  When she got home that night, and went to her room to change clothes

you could hear her scream all over the neighborhood.  By the time she got home,

the raccoon had already started stinkin'... boy, did I ever get in trouble on that one.

I got good and blistered with that danged old hickory switch, quite often.

But, grandma did love me and always had my best interests at heart.

She just wanted me to grow up smart, and full of common sense (somehow the latter failed me)

so she was a strict disciplinarian.  Very strict.

She was also very concerned about my health.

I remember one day falling down and busting my bum...I went in rubbing it and

told her my butt hurt.  Her response was,

"Go to the bathroom, child, and I'll bring the enema bag."

"Grandma, I've got a toothache"

"Go to the bathroom, child, and I'll bring the enema bag"

"Grandma, I've got a splinter"

"Go to the bathroom, child, and I'll bring the enema bag"

"Grandma, I think I'm in love"

"Go to the bathroom, child, and I'll bring the enema bag"

"Grandma, I...er...I love you"

She must have thought I was full of it.

I learned real quick to always feel good around her no matter how badly I felt.

 

Yep, that was my grandma, God rest her sweet, naive soul.

She had some real puritan ways.  My momma said that she and her siblings were

planned.  Grandma would decide she wanted a baby, get a good book, and

ask Grandpa to turn out the light when he was done.

That marriage didn't last, and Grandpa went on to marry someone more his speed.

My grandpa was a dirty old man, and a total jokester.

He had this buzzer, and would strap it to his hand, and would always reach

to shake mine and Islandsquaw's hands.  We'd get a good jolt out of that, but

he enjoyed it so much, we played along all the time....wishing we weren't kids because

he didn't seem to be doing that to the grownups.

He was also a Cat-a-holic.  That man loved cats like you wouldn't believe.

He must have had 30 or 40 at once, one time...They would just show up in his

yard like they knew it was a homeless shelter for cats...and he would feed them,

water them, and give them names...including all the little kitties being born.

He was the very first person that Dr. DeBakey did open heart surgery on.  Not long

after that surgery he came to live with us.  I loved my grandpa, but mamma stayed

mad a lot.  All I ever remember him eating for breakfast, lunch and dinner was

a piece of smothered steak and a piece of bread...no veggies...just that steak.

When he was finally able to move out on his own, he went to live in this apartment

down in Galveston, not too far from us.  When he died, we went to clean his

apartment out, and there was this magazine 'Sunshine Valley Nudist Colony' and out of

curiosity I picked it up and opened it up to the first page, and there on that page

was my grandfather in ALL of his glory. 

My eyes have not yet forgiven me for that visual that is embedded in my brain forever.

 

So, tell me, got any goods on your grandparents?

Of course, you already know you can divulge it here.

What goes on in the Coffee House STAYS in the Coffee House.

 

HUGS

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Date: 9/25/2012 8:37:00 AM  From Authorid: 15228    Your grandparents sound colorful..'I'll bring the enema bag' lol! Short of appendicitis, I think I would've kept my hurts to myself, but I guess to kids, adults are all knowing.

My Grandmother was 'cool' back before it was hip for a grandmother to be cool. She was divorced, which was scandalous, she got a job in the typing pool at Purdue and worked her way up to assistant to the dean of students. She drove a convertible which upped the cool quotient, she was modern looking. She was engaged to a professor, but she got Parkinson's disease young, around 50, and even though he still wanted to marry her, she refused because he was already a widow and she didn't think that was fair. I personally think she was misdiagnosed and actually had Lou Gehrig's disease. She went downhill fast, was in a nursing home by age 52, she couldn't even hold her head up, and she died from choking on an apple the same year.
  
Date: 9/25/2012 8:42:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    I think it's awesome you had such a cool Grandmother...it's a shame that she died so young. You're probably right about the Lou Gehrig's Disease...pyramidal disorders like Parkinson's are usually controlled pretty well through the use of L-Dopa, or a combination of anti-pyramidal drugs. It wouldn't be the first time someone was misdiagnosed. Thanks for stoppiing in and sharing about your awesome Grandmother, Kelly. HUGS  
Date: 9/25/2012 8:47:00 AM  From Authorid: 15228    Yeah, I remember she took Ldopa which did nothing for her.  
Date: 9/25/2012 8:49:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Awwwww...I'm sorry, Kelly.  
Date: 9/25/2012 8:50:00 AM  From Authorid: 15228    Oh, that's okay. I'm just glad she didn't have to suffer through years in a nursing home at such a young age.  
Date: 9/25/2012 8:58:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    That is a plus, however I have known of Parkinson's victims to live pretty well on their own with minimal care. Michael J. Fox is one that comes to mind off the top of my head.  
Date: 9/25/2012 11:59:00 AM  From Authorid: 5940    Sounds like your Grandmother used the same "cure-all" my Father's Mother used.... now on my Mom's side of the family:

http://unsolvedmysteries.com/usm213582.html?t=Humor
  
Date: 9/25/2012 12:16:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    LOL!!! THAT was awesome. I just went and read it. Wow...you poor thing. LOL!  
Date: 9/25/2012 1:10:00 PM  From Authorid: 21435    Hey there, Nani! I never new my father's parents. They both passed away before I was born. My mom's dad was a quiet little white haired fellow when I knew him. I found out after he passed that he was a notorious womanizer and a bootlegger during prohibition. He and my grandmother were divorced and I suppose I never forgave him for that. "Sorry grandpa' I was young and didn't know much about nothin'. I couldn't say it then, but I'll say it now. I love you." My grandmother Leticia, now she was my buddy. I adored her. The road we lived on dead-ended into the river and she was a governess for some rich folk up the way. When I was a small child, I would wait at our driveway, eyes fixed on the great white double doors up the road. I can still feel the joy I felt when I caught sight of her. Thank you, Nani. I needed to feel those feelings again. They all liked their coffee strong and dark. Hold the cream and sugar today, please. I remember. Stay sweet........  
Date: 9/25/2012 1:42:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Those were some awesome memories, Kronk. Thank you for sharing them. My dad was a bootlegger, too. Started young, between Michigan and Canada. Wonder if they knew each other. LOL. Anyway, I'm sorry that you couldn't quite connect with him at that time, and it is NEVER too late to tell someone you love them. Thank you for doing that here. Your Grandma sounds awesome. I can imagine you must have some really great memories of times with her. Thanks for stopping in, and I'm setting 3 places for coffee for you so you can enjoy the coffee with your grandparents. Strong and Black...coming up. HUGS  
Date: 9/25/2012 2:49:00 PM  From Authorid: 11097    Hi Nani I loved reading your stories here, and seen a little bit of my father's mother in your grandmother
As for my grandparents, when I was little all of them were still here with us, my mother's parents and her grandmother (my great-grandmother) and my father's parents. I was extremely close with my Nana (my mother's mother) and I have a lot of fond memories of her. She lived in the Bronx and I would travel with my mom to go see her and would stay with her sometimes over the weekend. She made all my favorite things- chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese and let me watch all the scary movies I wanted I think that is where my love for horror films originate. We would sit and watch Alfred Hitchcock all the time and boy was she funny! She was also making jokes and playing around with everyone. She got sick in her 50's with emphysema, she was a smoker, and passed away in 1995 (I was 11). There is one thing that always reminds me of her, she used to eat tic tacs all the time to stop her craving for smoking when she got sick and to this day when I see them I think of her. Her husband, my grandpa, was always playing with me and I was very fond of him too. They had a bird named Willie bird and he would always tell me to stick my finger in the cage... lol, and Willie would try to bite (not mean though) and he was just a gentle man. He passed away in 1992.
Here is a little side story for you: My grandpa was the first person I knew to pass away. I was 8 at the time. After he passed away I went to visit my Nana with my mom to see how she was doing and to spend some time with her. I was running through their house and went to look for my younger cousin who would sometimes be there (my uncle lived there) but no one was there. I went to go back into the living room and turned around to see my grandpa standing there in the doorway of his bedroom smiling at me. He didn't move or say anything and I wasn't scared, I was happy to see him. He looked the same as ever, with his pens in his front pocket and everything. I will never forget that, I believe he came to visit me one last time before he left on his journey.
The difficult part about all this was my grandpa passed away in 1992, my mom in 1994, and my Nana in 1995. I like to think they are all together.

As for my father's parents, my Nanny and Grandpa, they are still here with us and I love them dearly. My Nanny is a strong woman, I will tell you that.

Well thanks for letting me ramble it was nice to stop and think about them for a little bit.
  
Date: 9/25/2012 4:27:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Hey there, Zelana! I loved reading about your grandparents. Your maternal grandparents were really awesome...I'm sorry you didn't get to be with them for very long. I know that kind of loss, and it is devastating. But, you have all of those good, good, sweet memories of them, and that is so wonderful. I think I would have rather enjoyed your grandmother. I think it's great that you still have your paternal grandparents to be with. I'm sure they are pretty awesome, too. I barely knew my paternal grandparents, but my maternal grandparents were almost always around in some capacity, and those are the ones I wrote about in this post. I'm sure you saw your grandfather, too. I saw ALL of my deceased relatives one night, including my mother...before my dad passed away. It was an eye opening, jaw dropping event. Just before I saw my mother, my grandmother told me she was getting ready to make me very happy, and that's when I saw my mother. It didn't last very long...just a quick little look and they were all gone.
Thank you for stopping in. I certainly enjoyed your stories. HUGS
  
Date: 9/25/2012 9:57:00 PM  From Authorid: 64819    My grandmother (mom's mom) was a diabetic, and a hoarder.
I remember one afternoon my parents left me with her. My aunt was over there and was about to go to town, before she left, she asked grandma if she needed anything from town, my grandma said no. As she was walking out the door, she told grandma no sweets.
My aunt got in her car, and started driving down the dirt road, my grandma watched her, she then got up from the bench and looked out the window, to make sure my aunt was gone. Grandma looked at me, and said "Chrissy, do you want a cookie?"
Being 6 years old, I nodded my head eagerly. "Get up" she said.
The bench had a life top, and she had all of her papers in it. She went to one corner of the inside of the bench, grabbed a stack of papers, and lifted. In that spot was a perfect hole for her Little Debbie cakes.
She grabbed out two oatmeal creme pies, and handed one to me. "Don't tell your aunt that we had a cookie."
That is the only memory I have of my grandma.
I remember her hubby cut down my mom's yellow rose bush when he came to stay with us. I tried to tell that old man it wasn't a thorn bush, but he wouldn't listen to me. Mom cried when she saw what he did to it. He was tore up too, cause he cut it down with just his pocket knife. I remember he made me some cracklin bread before.
Dad's dad, he was the fun one, he'd take me fishing, and kid around with me when him and grammy would come down for their annual visit. Grampy was awesome, and grammy would always have some kind of treat waiting for me when I got off the bus. Homemade rice crispy treat, cause they didn't have them prepackaged like they do now a days, lucky charms treats, pies, cakes. That woman loved to spoil me.
  
Date: 9/25/2012 11:51:00 PM  From Authorid: 42945    Hahahaa got a good old chuckle reading about your grandparents lol...I never knew any of my grandparents from either side of the family as they had all passed away when I was born..so I never had the pleasure of going to visit or holiday with them. So, I will have that cuppa of Typhoo tea w/stevia and read the comments on here and read about everyone elses grandparents lol...  
Date: 9/26/2012 6:54:00 AM  From Authorid: 15228    Nani, my fil has Parkinson's. he is in a very nice assisted living, He uses a walker, but doesn't do to badly..he is chased by the "silver foxes"!  
Date: 9/26/2012 6:58:00 AM  From Authorid: 15228    Awww, Kronk, I hope I can be that kind of Grandparent, one my grandchildren remember with such warmth.  
Date: 9/26/2012 7:30:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Adora, your Grandma sounds like she was a real mischief maker...now I know where you get it. How cool!!! LOL. It is such a blessing to have a grandparent who can help make some awesome memories...especially when the grandchild feels they have someone they can laugh and giggle with over silly things and innocent mischief. YOu are blessed to have had such a wonderful grandmother. Thanks for sharing, Adora. HUGS  
Date: 9/26/2012 7:32:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    LOL...Kelly, he's probably in heaven in his own right. I've dealt with some pretty awesome assisted living facilities, and it's good that you were able to find one of them. Thank you for sharing that. HUGS  
Date: 9/26/2012 7:38:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Hey Zema...sorry to hear that you never knew your grandparents...wasn't there anyone older in your life that helped to create fond memories with you? I didn't know my dad's parents too well, but I did respect them. His father was a Methodist Minister, but my dad didn't adhere to his teachings as he was really not too keen on going to church. His mother, divorced him, and married another man that was just absolutely awesome...still, I didn't know them that well. Wish I could have, but we lived in the south, and they were up in Michigan. Thanks for stopping in...one cuppa coming right up. HUGS  
Date: 9/26/2012 5:26:00 PM  From Authorid: 31531    Hi! Nani you sure do have some Tail to tell,I think you had some really interesting story from all walks of your life.My Mom's Mom used to play peekaboo with me.But that is the only thing I remember about her.I was around 3 she passed on not long after that.My Mom's Dad was a logger and was killed by a tree.So I don't remember him at all.MY Dad's Dad came here from Sweeden with his 3 brothers he got killed by a logging truck while carrying my youngest Uncle.So I didn't get to know him either My Dad's Mom well I sure do remember her.I used to spend a lot of time over her house.I spent a lot of time with my Aunt Judy ,we would have oreo cookies and milk for breakfast.I like thatWe would go to the beach on Sunday for the whole day.My Grandma was pretty cool in my eyes.Grandma would alway be carrying a fly swatter swatting flies.I remember she always had a very clean house.Thanks for posting.I sure could go for a strong cup of java please!with a apple danish.  
Date: 9/26/2012 5:54:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Got your strong brew right here, with the biggest apple Danish in the house, Kasti. It's good to see you. Thank you for sharing your stories about your grandparents. I'm sorry that your grandfathers were killed in logging accidents, and I'm sorry that you didn't have the chance to know them. Your grandma sounds pretty cool. My grandmother's sister, Great Aunt Ethel, had that perpetual fly swatter ,too. LOL. She swatted at anything that flew as long as it wasn't a butterfly or dragonfly. Oreo Cookies and Milk for breakfast...wow. Cool. My favorite when I was wee was the Bonnie Beef Steak. I loved it. Thanks for coming in and sharing with us. HUGS  
Date: 9/26/2012 7:12:00 PM  From Authorid: 21435    Thanks, Kelly. I bet you will be a "great" grandparent. Smart, imaginative, confident and loyal. Yep, I think your grandchildren are going to have a great time. Leticia passed away when I was eight years old, but those few years are forever etched in my memory.  
Date: 9/26/2012 7:16:00 PM  From Authorid: 21435    Nani My grandpa traveled overland on horseback (at night, mostly) during prohibition. They would leave for weeks at a time and move through southern/northern Louisiana and east Texas.  
Date: 9/26/2012 8:38:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Well, Dang, Kronk...LOL...that's a far cry from Michigan...I guess they didn't know each other. My dad was like 8 or 9 years old when he started running with the bootleggers. He had many a story about that.  
Date: 9/27/2012 10:58:00 AM  From Authorid: 26598    I have some good memories and some bad memories about my grand mothers. I rather leave them to the closet of my mind. The bad tends to pop out ahead of the good ones.  
Date: 9/27/2012 11:05:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    I'm so sorry, Pale Knight. Of course, I respect your wishes, and won't pry. But, hey, thank you so much for visiting with us here in the Coffee House. You are always welcome here. HUGS  
Date: 9/28/2012 5:39:00 AM  From Authorid: 28848    Well I was never close to my fathers parents. Though I did meet them a few times. My father's mother passed away several years ago. I'm not sure if his father is still living or not. My mother's father died when she was 12, before I was born. And my mother's mother, was pretty much the only grandparent that I knew. When I was little we lived across the street from her and we used to go over and have Sunday dinner. I remember she liked to cook before she got too sick, and she loved flowers. She always had pots of flowers and flower beds. She passed away about 8 or so years ago.  
Date: 9/28/2012 6:12:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Release Me, I'm so sorry you lost your grandparents so early. I know that a lot of people aren't raised around their grandparents, and some have not so nice memories of them, but the good memories we do make are cherished. I'm glad you had the opportunity to live across the street from your grandmother...sounds like she really cared for you'all, and that's awesome. Maybe your paternal grandfather is still alive. Thank you for stopping in to the Coffee House and sharing with us. Your presence here is always welcome. HUGS  
Date: 9/29/2012 2:21:00 AM  From Authorid: 37843    Three of my four granparents are still living, the grandpa who died when I was two must have been my favorite while he was here cuz he was papaw and my other grandpa has always been grandpa. My first word was papaw, I was the only grandkid he took with him to get coffee at the gas station up the street from his house. My grandma on that side went to Las Vegas with my mom and myself a few years ago, and surprised me because she actually played the slots and stuff but she said a few times "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" lol. Both of my grandmas can send text messages now and I think that is awesome. My grandpa still drives to the general store most days to drink coffee and tell stories with the other older men. I just had a coke with him at the store on Wednesday, more often than not anymore we end up arguing, he has been showing early signs of dementia and doesn't remember the last time we saw each other. He claims it was six months ago when it might have only been two weeks. The grandma who didn't go to Vegas with us can play guitar. She hasn't in a while due to arthritis, but a couple years ago she played at her church almost every Sunday. She tried to teach me some cords but I just couldn't understand the way she was explaining it. I want to be like both of my grandmas when I'm in my 70's... One is very independent and still very active, the other is really sweet and teases that my grandpa cheats at Uno (he disputes this and claims she's the one who cheats lol). Interesting post Nani  
Date: 9/29/2012 12:50:00 PM  From Authorid: 11097    Hi Nani
I'm glad you liked my stories and I was able to share, I often think about my Nana and Grandpa so it was nice to write about them. I believe your story too, I think they come back to visit us right before they journey on into the light. When I told my Nana I seen my Grandpa she didn't seem surprised at all, so perhaps she seen him too? It's good to know when we make that journey we are never alone. Thanks for the chat, always enjoy stopping in at the Coffee House x1000!
  
Date: 9/29/2012 7:11:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    WhitePenguin, I would say you have some pretty cool grandparents. It's awesome that you take the time to enjoy them and get to know them as individuals. Thank you so much for sharing your stories with us. I'm sorry to hear that your grandpa is starting to have trouble with his memories. I hope that gets better. But, still, you take time with your grandparents, and you stay bonded with them. That's awesome! HUGS  
Date: 9/29/2012 7:17:00 PM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    Zelana, hey...thanks for stopping in, again. Your stories have always fascinated me...and I do thank you for the compliment. I don't think the soul departs immediately...I think it's here for awhile, then moves on. HUGS  
Date: 10/2/2012 8:00:00 AM  From Authorid: 53284    My grandparents on my fathers side were Swedish. My grandpa would have me read the Swedish newspaper to him, and he and grandma would laugh and laugh and laugh.  
Date: 10/2/2012 9:16:00 AM  ( From Author ) From Authorid: 64365    That's awesome, Wilbob. You brought them great joy. I can imagine you have many awesome memories of them. Thanks for stopping in. It's great to see you here in the Coffee House. HUGS  

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