What is a special time you remember growing up about getting together with your grandparents or just spending time with family?
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My good memory is playing in the creek next to Granny and Papa's house looking for tad poles. (getting threatened with a beating if we got wet or our shoes muddy)Hearing Ganny stir her coffee at dawn when Papa worked half days on Sat. Also we always left Papa/Granny's house when Hee Haw Howdy was on. I always watched the moon "follow" us home driving(even got scared about it ).
I have so many great memories about all my grandparents...I remember something different about each one of them. The one that sticks out at this second is the time we spent at my Grandpa Noble's house in Illinois. He has this basement that is filled with all kind of treasures and me and my brother would love to spend time down there getting into whatever we could find. There was this old piano that we would bang on, there were slot machines with quarters for us to play with, and there were all kinds of teacher supplies that we would pretend with.
We lived about 100 yards from Ma&Pa growing up and lived with them till right before I married, so I was with them everyday, but the one thing about Ma Fuller is that one day, she took the day to help Mary Lou and me clear a big spot behind the barn and move rocks to build us a playhouse. We loved it. I loved going to the milk route with Pa Fuller,,, he made us work, but it was fun. And Ma Reese used to make us Hurry Up Cakes -- yellow cake with chocolate icing. It would crack and be sideways sometimes, but she said she would "hurry up and make it and we would hurry up and eat it".
When I was 6 we moved away from my family in Massachuesetts. It seemed like every summer my parents put my brother and I on a plane and sent us up to my Nana and Papa for about a month. But in the summers my family would cram into my grandparents home on Cape Cod and have a great time. We would sleep in tents in the backyard, walk to the ice cream shop and beach, fight with each other, have fireworks displays thanks to my uncles. Times have changed so much since then!
Our granny was relatively young and had her own family to keep up with, so Avery and I don't have memories like that. However, we had wonderful neighbors that treated us like their grandchildren. I remember how much I loved going there and playing on her concrete patio & her carpet of many colors (it was a bunch of carpet samples put together). MaMa would make bologna & eggs for breakfast (with ketchup). She was a little over the top (like most Grandmothers are)...she was great!
I hope that my kids look back and think about all the over-the-top things that Grammy & PaPa do. Like the smiley face on the barn, flying kites & her peg board of gifts.
All my memories are very special to me since my Pa is gone. The one that sticks out the most is he hung the moon. I know your's did too. Ohh...
My special memories include their round house. The basement had a dirt floor. There was 3 walls standing 5 feet tall blocked off to the back side of the basement wall. I never knew what it was for but my Pa would take us to the door way to the basement and tell us that there was a wild hog living behind that block wall. That the hog had tunneled into his basement and that's why he had to build the walls. Sometimes he would take us down there telling us the hog was gone to show us the wall and when we got down there we would hear a real pig and run screaming to the top of the stairs. My uncles had snuck down there and would make all these noises to convince us there really was a hog down there. We were scared to death. But whenever it was raining out Pa would go down and scared the hog off so we could play down there. He was our hero for that. I think that is the best memory cause it made him a hero in my little girls eyes.
But one memory that we talk about almost every day is he had to have fried potatoes every night with his buttered bread and meat. My Pa was the BEST and I miss him so!!
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