Comments on Not to brag . . .: Over the river and through the woods . . .

My grandparents house was so old, it had a system ...

2009-06-28T10:20:44.408-05:00

My grandparents house was so old, it had a system as though there would be servants. Most rooms had a button you could press that would make buzzers ring in the kitchen. Since there were no servants, this annoyed the crap out of my parents and grandparents when we would press them all at once. Even better, some of them would stick, and the buzzing then could not be stopped for a long time.

There was also a vicious dog that only liked my dad's dad and no one else. I got near him while he was eating once and he took a decent chunk out of my face. Lesson learned there.

Regan

i remember eating fun dip one time, as a child, an...

2009-06-18T10:48:30.398-05:00

i remember eating fun dip one time, as a child, and throwing up. never really wanted fun dip after that.

i loved reading your memories about visiting grandparents. my grandma turned me on to gardening and collecting lots of junk. she had the most wonderful stuff in the world down in her basement.

Unfortunately I didn't grow up close to my grandpa...

2009-06-12T19:18:29.495-05:00

Unfortunately I didn't grow up close to my grandparents. We were a couple of hours away from each set. However, in the summers, we would spend a week or two with my dad's parents. My grandmother was an artist, so she had her art room that had easels for painting and a table for clay work. She would always work with us to make clay creations and let us paint our masterpieces. She actually did a bust of me when I was 10 or so that my dad has.

They also had a storage room where all of my dad and his brothers' old toys and stuff were. Among other things were their skate boards that were the real deal: metal skates screwed onto boards. We would ride those down their steep driveway. How we didn't break our necks is beyond me.

Gosh, there just isn't space to share all of my wonderful childhood memories with my grandparents. I hope my child(ren) will have memories just as wonderful of their own.

I grew up a block from my maternal grandparents an...

2009-06-12T10:15:52.153-05:00

I grew up a block from my maternal grandparents and remember the smell of my grandma's homemade tortillas. She made the best over easy eggs around-I still haven't been able to perfect them. She had a chest of drawers that had all kinds of fun stuff for girls (make-up, ribbons, jewelry). I loved just looking through it and also the closet where all the photo albums were kept with all the old pictures.
My paternal grandparents live(d)in Illinois and so I usually saw them only over the summer, but as a TX girl I remember loving the basement (we don't have those in TX). My grandpa kept his workshop down there and I loved going down there and just smelling the wood of whatever project he was working on. Upstairs I loved doing puzzles with my grandma as she baked Swedish bread and percolated coffee or had friends over for lunch (I thought that was very cool too). Thanks for reminding me of all the good memories MEP!

Congrats to the might fishermen! I grew up over t...

2009-06-11T10:31:46.307-05:00

Congrats to the might fishermen! I grew up over the creek and throug the woods from Grandma and Grandpa P. I was a very, very lucky girl. I ran wildly between their home and mine. So many adventures in the in-between, and so many yummy treats at Grandma's!

I have fond memories of my grandmother. She took ...

2009-06-10T20:38:15.952-05:00

I have fond memories of my grandmother. She took me to Bingo once and I learned then it was a no nonsense affair. She was a wonderful baker and as you walked in you could smell the yeast rolls aroma wafting through her old house. Even though I was one of thirty eight first cousins, I always felt like I was her favorite. My mother always took my kids and their cousins on a bus ride to downtown Hamilton, lunch at Elder Beerman and a bag of candy for their birthday. m

Well, my memories are somewhat similar given that ...

2009-06-10T13:06:59.549-05:00

Well, my memories are somewhat similar given that we share grandparents. I will add that the paternal grandparents also had an assortment of carpet squares that I somehow always found entertaining to play with. The free for all bottled pop behind the bar is my favorite memory though. Well, and maybe reading dad's old report cards. At the other grandma's house, I loved a good game of rack-o, wiffle ball with the big red bat out back, and of course that candy bowl. Swiper just asked today if we could go see her at the nursing home and eat some of her candy.

What is it about the bars in grandparents' basemen...

2009-06-10T08:23:22.898-05:00

What is it about the bars in grandparents' basements? At my Grandma's house, we always played behind it. She had a huge clear plastic container full of matchbooks. She cooked things like mozzarella sticks in her fry daddy (something my mom would never do) and had a freezer full of Bon Bons. At my other grandparents' house they had a funky basement with a pool table, a bar with plastic icecubes, marionettes, and hula girls, and an electric fireplace. Awesome.