Grandparents

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There was a day when I knew nearly all of my great-grandparents and had all of my grandparents. Now a days that just doesn't happen because people start their families so much later in life. Grandparents are awesome and someday I hope to be an awesome granny!

Today's subject on NaBloPoMo is to tell about your grandparents! Here we go.

Grandma & Grandpa, my Daddy's parents

Grandpa, wasn't he a handsome dude. Grandpa was loved deeply by his kiddos and grandkiddos but he had a past we really didn't know anything about. In fact, I think this is the youngest picture I have of him. He kept his younger self pretty quiet. In fact, I didn't even realize that my Aunt Dea was Daddy's half-sister from a previous marriage(!!!) until I was senior in high school. Divorce was an unknown word for me.

Grandma...I know it's small but it was a very tiny picture. Grandma was an awesome grandma who ALWAYS had candy in the house. There were candy bowls everywhere and pop and ice cream. Kind of like the Hansel & Gretel witch who had the candy house! When she died and they cleaned out her bedroom drawers and closets she had secreted bags of candy, BAGS!

This was Grandpa's daddy, Joe Ben (feels like a Walton episode). He was gone well before I was born.

Now here was my greatgrandmother Hattie Jane. I do remember her but only from a wheelchair and a nursing home aspect. She passed in 1963 so I was only 7.

Now we get to my grandma's parents. The guy on the right is my grandpa with is father-in-law, Clyde. I didn't know Clyde, he was long gone when I arrived on the scene.

Now we have Grandmother was a bit intimidating. You always acted proper around her, she was the matriarch of the family. They also called her Little Grandma. (She's in the middle of her kiddos there.)

Now to my mother's side of the family.

Here are my mother's parents, Granny & Granddaddy holding my mother. She was an only child.

Granddaddy was AWESOME! What a great guy and he died way too early. In fact he died June 1979 just 3 months before his first great-grandchild, our girl B was born. So sad, because he was so happy about that. Granny was who we all three learned all of our etiquette from. She taught me how to sew, iron sheets, and manners, manners, manners. In fact, when I was born she gave me a book called "Manners for Moderns". She was a tyrant about that, as my mother knew all too well. Granny was a fantastic granny but as a mother she was extremely hard on my mother. Granny was also a bit on the OCD side and tried to make Momma tow that line too. It was very hard on Momma and the effects of her upbringing and the bad parts of it came back around when Momma was close to dying. It was not pretty. She still had so much anger towards her mother, even though she loved her dearly. Her love was intense for granddaddy though and they had a wonderful father-daughter bond. He was the softness between mother and daughter and when he died mother was forced to deal with her mother. It was very