Sunday, February 3, 2013

Sentimental Sunday: Sundays at Great Grandmom's House

Gramps and I, around 1988
When I was a young child, my mom and I lived with her father and brother in her father's house. My mom was a single parent, and thankfully my grandfather was there for her, watching me while she worked and sharing his home with us. My grandfather's commitment to family was not limited to his children and grandchildren. His mother, my great grandmother, lived to be 95 years old, and she lived independently until her late 80s. Every Sunday, Gramps would drive to her home in Philadelphia for the afternoon. He brought her groceries, helped her with bills and appointments, and just spent time talking to her and helping her around the house. Often he took me with him.


Great Grandmom
 I remember my grandmother's big old house was filled with clown and doll figurines that she allowed me to play with. She had a very mean cat who I was desperate to pet, but who always managed to keep away from my grasp (probably a good thing in hindsight--that cat would have clawed the hell out of me!). My grandmother would cook me grilled cheese if I got hungry while we were there. When I wasn't rearranging her figurines to my heart's content, Gramps and I would play Rummy, and I would read the comics from the newspapers he brought for my grandmother.

My great grandmother passed away in 2006. She had had a stroke several years before, and suffered from dementia until her death. I don't recall a single conversation I had with her as an adult. When I think of her, I remember the curls of her hair, that remained light brown with only a bit of white until her death. I remember her soft, gravely voice as she talked to "Richie," my grandfather. I remember the Sundays at her house, and her warm, soft hugs.

6 comments:

  1. Your story is so lovely. Your grandfather sounds wonderful, and your great grandmother so sweet. You were lucky to have her around so long. But that cat, now that's a different story! Lol

    Betty Taylor

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    1. That cat! Its name was Minnie Cat, which sounds really sweet, but it was a demon. My grandmother was a sweet woman. It's strange, having only known her as an older person (she was 74 when I was born), and now getting to learn what she was like when she was younger. Very interesting lady.

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  2. After entering my comment I noticed you had my blog listed on Blogs I love. Thanks so much, that made my day!

    Betty

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    1. You're welcome! And thank you for stopping by. :)

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  3. Must have been great growing up surrounded by grandparents. I didn't get to meet any of my grandfathers, so I don't know how it feels like sitting on a grandfather's lap. Or irritating him.

    I loved how you described your great-grandma. Made me miss my own. She also had curly hair and wrinkly skin. I loved how she looked when I made her laugh.

    Your stories make me think about old times. Sentimental. You got it!

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    1. Ah, well, mostly he irritates me. They make you think... about putting your info in Ancestry? :D

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