Re: Grand parents
I never knew my Dad's mother, she died a few years before I was born. Only met my Dad's father a couple of times but don't remember him. I vaguely remember my Mum's parents but they too died when I was about 2 years old, Mum's dad died first and then Mum's mother died a few months later! I never really thought of either side being grandparents as I didn't really know them.Re: Grand parents
I only remember my Italian grandad, and he was a real eccentric. I have a photo of him sitting in our garden with a rhubarb leaf on his head to shelter from the sun! His English was still quite fractured and he would reply to "I'm going up the road" with "is it?" He had a fierce temper, my mum said, and once apparently threw a lodger down the stairs when she was a child in London - but he was certainly a one-off.Re: Grand parents
Suey I knew both my grandmothers, but from all accounts relieved I didn't know my grandfathers. I loved my maternal grandmother very much, probably the person I loved most in the world as a kid. She was a no nonsense northerner, not touchy feely, but we got on very well indeed. I hated my Irish paternal grandmother though, she took a huge delight in describing her vision of the tortures of hell to me from the age of two years old. She had beaten religion into her own kids. Unfortunately she didn't do us all a favour and die until she was 96, having blighted the lives of her children into their late middle age. Needless to say I didn't bother to attend her funderal!Re: Grand parents
I didn't really know my grand parents although I actually met my mother's parents when I was quite young.Re: Grand parents
My maternal grandfather was the only one close to me. He taught me to play cribbage and a few other card games.Re: Grand parents
Both my grandfathers and one of my grandmothers died before I was born. I didn't see my paternal grandmother very often and when I did she always looked stern and never smiled. She died when I was about 8 or 9.
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