Tag: Grandparents

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November 5, 2006: Moving seemed as though it would never end, but there was this happy interlude. (Read Part I here, Part II here, Part III here, Part IV here,  Part V here,  Part VI here,  Part VII here,  Part VIII here,  Part IX here, Part X here, and Part XI here.) The girls, six and five, had a great day today–both were well-rested and cheerful at the same time, which […]

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The Apple of Her Zeyde’s Eye

 

On the day her mother was going to give birth to her baby brother, Shirley’s father took her to visit her Bubbi and Zeyde. She adored her Zeyde and felt deeply loved by him as well. That day, however, turned into a nightmare. After they’d visited for a while, her Zeyde left the room; suddenly the bathroom door slammed open, her Zeyde screaming in pain. He had taken some kind of toxic substance to try to kill himself. It slowly did its work while he thrashed in agony. Shirley was stunned into silence, unable to respond. Her father ran to his father-in-law’s rescue, too late. It was all over in minutes.

Shirley was lost in the nightmare of confusion and pain. What did this all mean? What happened to Zeyde? What was she supposed to do?

Quote of the Day: Grandparents

 

The important invention in a way for the human species was grandparents. Grandparents were the beginning of culture when we could sit around the cave fire and the grandparents would sing songs to the children and the parents would be out hunting so having three generations was what made us what we are. – Freeman Dyson

I’ve joined the club. My first grandchild, Janet Rose Lardas, was born Thursday, July 19. Feels great. Named for her paternal grandmother. (My Janet grew heritage roses.) 

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From the parking garage at the Tampa airport, I could see palm trees silhouetted against a sky streaked with orange and pink. I thought about outings to the Gulf, sandy soil, green lawns, and my grandparents’ quiet, air-conditioned house. I was far away from the Montana winter that was beginning in earnest. We found our […]

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My maternal grandmother recently died at 93, leaving behind hard working progeny, a dozen grandchildren, and a handful of great-grandchildren. She was humble and funny, a one-time aspiring fashion designer who ended up marrying young instead. Six children came along, and then she began a nearly thirty-year stint at a typewriter factory once the youngest […]

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Grandparents and Immortality

 

My friend’s grandmother just died. She was well into her nineties. My friend is in her fifties. I admit to a tinge of jealousy. I never really had grandparents. To me, it seems a great luxury to have a grandparent well into one’s middle age.

By the time I was born, only two of my grandparents were still alive. My mother’s parents were in their forties when she was born. Her father died when she was fourteen, ten years before I was born. I suspect I would have liked him very much.