Sounds like your grandmother was a strong woman.
My maternal grandmother, who was obese, died at 46. Her sons, who were not overweight, also died young.
My maternal step-grandma lived to 88, raised 5 kids, had none of her own, and was another obese grandma.
Anyway, I'll bet my grandma's pancakes with Karo syrup were better than your grandma's chocolate pudding. Her genuine rye bread with real butter was good too. And she always had a pile of comic books to read. In fact, my grandma is better than your grandma!
You may be right there, My maternal grandmother was a wonderful Christian lady.
My paternal grandmother, and grandfather. I used to go there for sleep overs, and they would spoil me for a couple of days. They have been gone 26 years now.
There were married 66 years and died 66 days apart.
My grandparents lived in a house, with no running water, no bathroom, no electric stove.
They had electricity.
I used to go there, and my grandfather gave me money. Boy what I could get for that money.
Back then for a buck$ I could get a comic book, a soft drink, a chocolate bar/chips, and some penny candies. I remember I had a big stack of comic books saved at my grandparents.
My grandmother would even let me smoke during my teen years. I always wonder why I never got hooked on those things.
SHe would help me make doll clothes for my barbie.
She would bake bread in a wood stove. She would even have round breads.
She would make bacon strips , with the rind on them.
My grandfather carried his drinking water. The village of Braeside had public pumps during my growing up days. When my folks got in the well, then my grandfather would come and get water from my folks.
I used to bake pies, cakes, and other things for my grandfather. Even when I went Ottawa would come home for a visit, he would tell me not to sleep in. One day he wanted a Johnny Cake, I came home and told my mother. SHe made the cake, and I got the credit.
They died the year I got married. I always says because their deaths, and three others occurred before and after my wedding, I always said that is the reason my marriage died too.
I loved my grandfather so much. For years, whenever I got insecure, I would talk about my grandfather, reliving the memories, these people were my security place. I dont think they were Christians. I remember when my grandfather went into the hospital, he was 85-86, his body went into a fectal position, I used to take a ounce of my dad gin to him. My grandfather was not a big drinker, he just liked his nip or two.
My grandparents had 9 live births. When my grandfather died in APril 1979, He left 5 generations. At that time 29 grandchildren , 32 great grandchildren, and 5 great great grandchildren. 26 years later, there is only my dad, one brother and one sister left of that family.
My parents will be celebrating 50 years this fall. We had an old dog, a pure white one, but a mutt. This dog lived to be 14 years old. His name was Tammy. My grandfather planted 1/4 acre garden. He lived right across the road from us. Grandpa would bring carrots, small potatoes, beans to this dog. My sister had a gineau pig for a couple of years. We used to take it over to Grandpa, and he would call it his bunny. My grandfather always had cats, which would sit on his knee. ALthough he had a television, they would only watch it in the evening, and would keep it one the one station CBC. One Saturday, there was a movie on, Grissely Adams on, Since I was the only one Grandpa tend to listen to, and I could get away with things others could not. I went over and turn the station, and told him to watch, at 8 pm there would be a good movie, and would be over in the morning to change the station back. Well my grandparents usually were in bed by 8:30 pm. He watched the whole thing until 10 pm.
Maybe your grandmother can out beat my grandmothers, but I would put my grandfather up to anyone's grandfather. Grandpa was the nicest man that walked the streets of Braeside.
Lenore
