Memoirs: Grandparents 49 Articles

by Miss D Charnia

Memoirs: Grandparents Reflecting back on the memories of my grandmother, brings thoughts of simple living, kindness, joy, and loving. Unfortunately, I only knew one grandparent, which was my mother's mom. My other gr...read more

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by Denise Calaman

Myrtle Having been a career woman and then a stay at home mom, I can say from experience that being a mother is the toughest job in the world. I am more tired now than I ever was working 40 hours a week away from home...read more

by Paul Gagnier

Her paisley print house dress was a blur as she slipped in and out of the sunlight, kneading dough, tasting cabbage soup, or mopping the floor. Preparing for Easter Sunday, she was in five places at once. She knew that sol...read more

by Joyce Gale

My Grandmother Emm, my mother's mother was a very small lady under five foot with tiny feet, size two English size. She lived with her husband my grandfather Albert in the Mews Kew Gardens. Surrey, England. Having been...read more

by Kerri Staggs

Billy Joel sang on the radio as we pulled up in front of the old church at the end of the dirt road. The church was white clapboard with a steeple; I had the feeling that our car had taken us back in time. It was a warm,...read more

by Vonda Keon

It has been a year since my grandmother called my name. For 14 nights I sat by her side, talking to her and reading to her and singing. The nurses kept telling me she couldn't hear me but I would see a tear roll down ...read more

by Janet Harris

My paternal Grandmother was a very strong character. Tiny and birdlike with wispy grey hair, she was always active and busy. She disliked the fact that she lived alone after the death of her second husband and moved house...read more

by Melissa J. Clark

To: Grampie With Love: Sweet Pea A twenty year old memory is all that's left. That memory, however, is more than most of us will ever give to the world we leave behind. It is the memory that I store in my heart every...read more

by Jennifer Reed

THE NUTCRACKER SWEET From the warmth of the enclosed porch I spied on the wintry scene outside. The wind was still, and the falling snowflakes silently joined those that had already formed a soft blanket over the l...read more

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by paapu

This was one of the topics I was hunting for.I am too glad to write about my grandfather. Many writers here would be here to share their experiences with their grandparents.It would be quite astounding to the readers when...read more

by Stephanie Austill

The house is brown with white trim. There was a sign that said "Woodinville pop: 2" hanging over the garage. The evergreen trees in the front yard looked strategically placed to complement the garden. It was located on ...read more

by Annabel N

When I was five, all my time was consumed by looking at myself in the mirror. One time, my mother's heart missed a beat when she saw me sitting on the lakeshore, looking into the water without blinking, as if I was going t...read more

by Roschelle Nelson

The sun was bright and magnificiently radiant that morning so many years ago. The air was crisp and quite chilly. It was a grand December morning back in 1969. My mother stepped out of the cab holding me in her arms c...read more

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by Diana Howard

Growing up as a child, my fondest memories were of my maternal Grandmother. Her name was Marie, but everyone called her "Mimi", even the grandchildren. She and my Grandpa lived in the family home, which was nearly one hu...read more

by Erin Phillips

People say that you should always remember a loved one the way they were when they were happy. Sometimes it doesn't always work that way, but I believe it's how you feel about a person is how you remember them. It's always...read more

by Deanne Phillips

I looked forward to it every week for years. Even before I had learned the days of the week I would study the calendar, my juvenile brain working overtime, contemplating if today was the day. Then I would finally brea...read more

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by Mark Hurley

Maw Hurley I had submitted a poem about my grandma on my fathers side on here, called "Maw With A W'. While it gave you some sense of her essence, it never fully let you know the person just one aspect of her and that wa...read more

by Shari Barile

A Little Plot of Freedom The knocking sound was deafening, but I continued to pound my fists on the door until the rhythm seemed to take on a life of its own. Suddenly, a man opened the door just enough to let the smo...read more

by April Self

Country Mouse and City Mouse, that tale is the perfect description of both my mother and father's parents. I've always thought of them in that way. Silly I know but let me explain. My Grandma Faye and Grandpa Calvin are my...read more

by Gloria Swan

My grandfather died on July 2nd 2007. Dear Grandpa, You've always had a way of making me feel better, even if you didn't know all the answers to my questions. I seek for your comforting words now, and I hear them in...read more