we're all close, they bake shit, cook shit, have sunday lunches, give me money and all that jazz whenever i'm in europe. they're all rather old-school, sunday lunches/dinners include the entire family getting together and eating whatever my grandmother cooks.

unfortunately, my grandmother has changed rather drastically since the passing of my grandfather last year (moms side), lots of worry, less cooking, worse health. guess you gotta be ready for that shit though

my family is totally for drinking, so whenever i'm at my grandmothers house (moms side) i get all the alcohol i want, since she doesn't drink. just this huge fucking stash left over from my grandfathers collection, she let me take some vintage bottles, not opening those. sort of just memorabilia

lucky enough to have grandparents that are still in rather good shape. my dads side of the family is however a bit different, my grandfather is great, good health, good humor, still does carpentry/auto stuff, my grandma however has alzheimer, really took a huge breakdown recently, stopped doing anything productive, just worrying all the time.

on my moms side, my grandmother still maintains our house overseas, the gardening part of it at least, she's a fucking machine when it comes to that shit. sometimes i'm really in shock as to how much she can do in a day. it's great to see her still holding shit together

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My grandparents were great... kinda crazy but it was fun to see where my parents came from. I was lucky enough to know both sets until I made it through my 20's. Here's a brief look:
1) Dad's mom: the craziest one. was an attorney but eventually quit because she would always get panic attacks...lol. Had a habit of falling down all the time. When my family moved to FL when I was little, and they'd come visit, that shit would happen all the time... we'd be in the house and hear a loud scream outside, go out there, and she'd be sprawled out in the bushes after tripping over a 1 inch step.

2) Dad's dad: he was awesome. world war 2 vet... always so kind to my brother and I. He was always annoyed with my grandma and would watch TV with headphones on all the time so she couldn't bother him. lol

3) Mom's mom: definitely from the old school. my mom would tell us stories all the time about getting beat with a wooden spoon and shit. haha... she couldn't stand my dad since the day he came into the picture which made for interesting visits, but she was always great to my brother and I. Cooking and baking traditional Portugese food all the time. I miss that. She accidently ran over my grandfather's leg with the car once... lol.

4) Mom's dad: he was really quiet... an electrician, and he'd spend most of his time in the basement working on electronics, probably trying to escape the nagging of my grandma. world war 2 vet also, with some great stories.

I was never super close to my grandparents on my mother's side; my grandfather passed before I was old enough to remember him. I do remember playing Trivial Pursuit with my grandma, her bombtacular oatmeal-butterscotch cookies, and her letting us pick out our Christmas gifts from the JC Penney catalog.

My dad's parents we spent a lot more time with. They owned an RV and we used to take trips with them to various places. They were competitive table tennis players! My grandpa was the over 70's world champion if you can believe that and the two together were the over 70's doubles champions at one point. I used to love wearing their gold medals! They really were the typical grandparents and used to spoil us pretty good. I fully credit my grandpa for my fanaticism for ice cream.

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Originally posted by The17sss 1) Dad's mom: the craziest one. was an attorney but eventually quit because she would always get panic attacks...lol. Had a habit of falling down all the time. When my family moved to FL when I was little, and they'd come visit, that shit would happen all the time... we'd be in the house and hear a loud scream outside, go out there, and she'd be sprawled out in the bushes after tripping over a 1 inch step.

my nutty nana is like 80 something and she still puts on 2lbs of makeup to go anywhere it's hilarious. if i don't have that much makeup on or i'm just bummin it, she'll be like, "put some makeup on!" lol

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Originally posted by Slylee my nutty nana is like 80 something and she still puts on 2lbs of makeup to go anywhere it's hilarious. if i don't have that much makeup on or i'm just bummin it, she'll be like, "put some makeup on!" lol

LOL!! that's the kind of stuff that I love about old people.

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Your grandma looks baller.

I never met my grandparents on my dads side, they're both in Israel. I was never close with my grandpa on my moms side. He was a typical racist and Nazi. The stories I've heard we're just awful. My grandmother, on the other hand, was the typical spoil your grandchild blablabla. I was the only grandchild when she was alive so I suppose that's why. She was the opposite of my grandpa and the sweetest woman ever. I miss her a lot x78687. There are so many things that I'd love to run to her and be like" Omg grams guess what?" The only thing I'm thankful for is that she wasn't around when I was diagnosed with cancer. I think it would have been harder to tell her than anyone else.
I've come to realize that the worse their death was, the more you miss them because it wasn't exactly like you were able to say a proper "bye" to them.

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Originally posted by The17sss LOL!! that's the kind of stuff that I love about old people.

my mom and her brothers and sisters sort of resent her because she was such a bad alcoholic when they were growing up and she always tells these elaborate stories like she was mother of the century. she swears she made "4 different types of egg salad because all the kids liked different stuff" and they all look at each other like "um, no you didn't. you made ONE kind and it sucked!"


also, my dad's dad was a WW2 vet too. just visited his grave stone this past weekend when i visited my dad. it was crazy to see the DOB on some of those stones. 1800s n shit

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i never got a chance to meet my dad's parents. They passed away before I was born.

As far as my mom's side, I do have some good memories of my mom's dad and mom. My grandma was real sweet and cool. She passed away in 1989. My grandpa was fell into the tall "asian" anomaly. he was about 6'3" ish, and lived a very strange life, living through a good number of wars. I will always remember him for his hat and cane he always had when we went out. He passed away in 1995.

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Originally posted by ChemEnhanced I like the way old people smell funny

does it turn you on?

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Originally posted by Slylee my mom and her brothers and sisters sort of resent her because she was such a bad alcoholic when they were growing up and she always tells these elaborate stories like she was mother of the century. she swears she made "4 different types of egg salad because all the kids liked different stuff" and they all look at each other like "um, no you didn't. you made ONE kind and it sucked!"

Haha, that's called Korsakoff syndrome. Typical of alcoholics.




Also, I never really knew my grandparents. One set lived in Hungary, and my grandfather died before I was born. My grandma used to visit when I was little, but I don't remember her.

I used to talk on the phone to my Canadian grandmother all the time (my mom's mom). My grandpa on that side died before I was born as well.