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My favorite memory with my grandmother was going to Puerto Rico and spending time with her for a whole month. I never really had the time to actually spend time with my grandmother for the many years that i have known her. But it was never on bad terms, it was just that she has always been working and she doesnt have time to actually relax with her business.
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One of my favorite memories with my paternal grandmother was when I visited her in Jamaica after 10 years. We had a lot of special days while I was there. But the best moment was when I was leaving. They threw a good-bye party for me. I remember us all sitting around making jokes at one another. Her jokes were especially funny.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite memory with my paternal grandmother was when I used to visit her at her house located in a countryside of Haiti where mangoes trees and coconut trees dominated the agriculture of the region. She welcomed me as a prince by preparing delicious meals for me, in which the rice was always mixed with coconut juice for an exceptional flavor. She also begged one of her neighbors to climb each mango tree in order to pick the most beautiful ones for me. When it was time to go back home, she put her right hand into one of my pockets where I could later find plenty of dollar bills. It was always a pleasure to be in the company of this loving matriarch.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite memory of my grandmother is when she use to visit my other siblings and i in Jamaica.Besides the presents she use to bring us, she loved telling us stories. Grandma's stories were always vivid and fun-filled.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother was a fabulous in the kitchen. Her angel food cake was "light as a feather;" her pie crusts were so light and flakey the layers could be "separated with a feather;" her butter-laden strawberry shortcake was served hot from the oven and covered with icebox-cold strawberries fresh from the field "down the street," sliced, and dripping with sweet syrup from their white sugar marinade, then topped with a mound of hand whipped heavy cream. But what I remember most were the gingerbread men she made every Christmas. She would make about two dozen, every one decorated with exquisite detail. Silver buttons. Red boots with white trim. Stocking hats of red or green sugar sprinkle. Each hand with a frosting mitten. Some had "red hot" candy buttons that burned my mouth in the same bite as soft gingerbread and hand-whipped butter frosting. She arrived at our house either Christmas morning or Christmas Eve with a HUGE box (the same box every year), with her gingerbread men all lined up like dutiful soldiers. My brother and I were allowed one gingerbread man each day -- because "your grandmother put hours of work into these and you're not going to gobble them down in two minutes." At Christmas, and every day after (until they were all gone), my mother would take the box down from on top of the refrigerator (put there so we couldn't reach it). We would lift the lid and there were the gingerbread men, waiting patiently. In my imagination, I heard them calling out, "Choose me! Choose me!" My brother and I sometimes fought over a gingerbread man -- as no two were the same. I liked the ones with the sugar sprinkles most. I also like the ones with the red hots for buttons. I always felt sorry for the gingerbread men who were last to be chosen -- silly, now, to think of it. We also ate the gingerbread men in a particular order -- right leg, left leg, right hand, left hand, head, then the body.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother died when I was in my early 20's. She had dementia, and didn't know me the last few years of her life. It's always been my greatest sorrow, not to have known her in my adult years. One Christmas, and I don't remember what prompted her to do it, she wrapped up her gingerbread man cookie cutter and gave it to me. She could have given me diamonds and gold, and I wouldn't have been as touched and pleased as I was to have her pass her aluminum gingerbread man cookie cutter down to me. Well, I'm 53 years old now, and she had that cookie cutter for many years before I came along. It's one of my most prized possessions -- that now bent, decrepit cookie cutter that hasn't been used in years.
I grew up with my grandmother and I enjoyed living with her throughout my childhood years. My grandma lived on large property that housed a farm. She raised goats, cows and grew crops. Living with my grandma was always exciting. She made that my cousins and I helped out on the farm because grandma wanted us to learn responsibilities. Grammy was a little tough sometimes but I know now that she only wanted me to be the best I can.
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ReplyDeleteMy favorite memory with my grandmother would have to be two different memories. My grandmother from my mother side would be every time I visit her in Puerto Rico. she cooks for me and makes sure that I have everything I need. Since I do not live in Puerto Rico I always make sure to spend as much time with her as I can. My other Grandmother from my dad's side lives here so its much easier for me to visit her. One of my best memories would be when all my cousins decide to stay at my grandmothers and keep her company. It makes her really happy because she see's that even with us being busy and a little older now we make time for her. She's also a great cook.
One of the most memorable events I can recall of my grandmother is the time my family went to six flags. All of my cousins aunts and uncles were there. My grandma has difficulty walking long distances and uses a cane. While we were in the park we rented a scooter for her. Eveyone was enjoying themselves when all of a sudden this big storm came and they had to close the park. The wind was strongly gusting, blowing away anything that wasn't anchored down even table umbrellas! The thunder was booming and big bright bolts of lighting lit up the sky. Everyone was running back to the cars trying to make it inside before it started raining. My grandmother couldn't leave the park with the scooter so she had to walk. My aunt tried to convince her to wait by the entrance and we would bring the car around for her because it was pretty far. She refused to stay out in the storm. She practically jumped out the scooter and hit the ground run with her cane. All she kept saying was "ME 'FRAID A LIGHTNIN, ME 'FRAID A LIGHTNIN!" (my grandma has a heavy west indian accent). I never seen my grandma, or anyone for that matter, move so fast with a cane! After we returned home and were recalling the days events everyone couldn't help but laugh hysterically at her behavior. To this day we all get a good laugh when we talk about that trip.
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ReplyDeleteMy favorite memory of my grandmother was around the age of 8 years old, when I first moved to the Bronx with her. As I remember we were going food shopping on a early Saturday morning and as we were walking by the stores there was a crowd of young kids around my age lined up in front of the Footlocker shop with their parents and siblings waiting to buy the latest arrival of the Air Jordan's sneakers and as we walk past the crowd my grandmother notice that I was busy looking back at the crowd. After shopping we went straight home and I got ready to go out to the park with my friends, when I returned home later that evening I notices a black and silver covered shoe box on my bed, and those were my first pairs of Air Jordan's my granny surprised me with . My grandmother was always a loving person and still is, and for her to buy me my first pair of Jordan's that memory will always be in my heart.
Rosemary E.
ReplyDeleteMy fondest memories of my maternal grandmother, Mama Sylvia, was of my time spent with her in the Dominican Republic. My siblings, cousins, and I went every summer for about two months. There were about 18 or more of us grandchildren, so you could imagine there was never a dull moment! Even though there were so many of us, Mama would spoil each of us, together and seperately. She would tell us stories and give us our favorite snacks. She would give us seperate chores; always keeping in mind what we enjoy doing most. I really miss those days.
My favorite memory of my grandmother is when I was about 7 years old. I used to spend most of my summers on her farm in Ireland. Everyday was a new adventure. On this particular day, I put on my little red wellington boots and set off with my two cousins in the usual quest for mischief. It was a typical cold and rainy Irish day. We had been warned to stay out of the neighbors fields, but as usual I convinced my cousins to break the rules. There was a herd of cattle grazing in the far corner of the field. They were far enough away that if they started to move towards us, we would have plenty of time to escape. However, that day the ground was like quick sand. As we played around in the messy mud, we noticed that the cattle were moving towards us. They walked towards us in a perfectly horizontal line, like soldiers in a battlefield. As we all turned to run away, I realized I was stuck in the mud. My cousins tried to pull me out but their efforts were in vain. Being the "good" and "valiant" cousins that they were, they apologized and fled. Tears began to pour down my panic stricken face. The beasts were only about 5 feet away from me when I realized I could remove my feet from my boots. At that moment, i took off like a cheetah, adrenaline pumping and unaware of the thorns and rocks on my bare feet.
ReplyDeleteI got back to my grandmother's cottage gasping for breath and crying uncontrollably. I thought I would be in trouble for losing my boots and going into the neighbor's field. She just smiled sympathetically at me, gave me fresh clothes and some warm bread and tea.
Next morning, I awoke to see my little red boots hanging upside down over the range by two sticks. How could this be? She had gone to the field I was in, dug out the boots and washed them out.
I always think about that day fondly and smile. She hated waste and held on to everything. The boots were trampled and buried deeply in the mud. It must have taken her a long time to find them, but she did.
Grainne F
I have a million favorite memories of my Grandmother, and continue to make memories with my grandmother, she's 88 years old and doing great. If I had to name one it was summer mornings when I was very young, she used to take me to the boardwalk every day where are beach house was. And enjoy the ocean and look in the windows of some of the apartments along the boardwalk, they were decorated with little trinkets and nautical decorations, pretty cool stuff
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I've only met my grandmother once. When I was nine years old, my younger brother and I went to visit her. She fussed over us, she baked, and cooked all our favorite foods. I remember feeling a little strange, because before this, i had never met her, and I didn't really know what exactly a grandmother was supposed to do. But she was really sweet, and I only have good memories of her.
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ReplyDeleteI Haven't made much memories with my grandma because I just met her last year on a trip to Mexico. I had gone to visit my parents' country before, but since most of my family lives in Mexico city where work is easier to find they would only go visit her when she was ill.My gradmother lives in the rural parts of the state of Puebla with my uncle Pedro who farms the land my grandmother owns.
On my visit last year my uncle Pedro was in Mexico City buying a truck he needed for the farm. I asked him to take me back with him so I could finally meet my grandma. When we arrived back to the farm i saw my grandma startled to see my uncle Pedro brought back another person with him. She had a shock on her face when my uncle told her i was one of her grandsons' from up north.
She was glad to meet me because i was the first grandson from the U.S. to go visit her. I stayed for two weeks with her. Everyday i would get up early and help her run her errands. On our trips to the marketplace she would tell me the stories of my father and how he grew up on the farm. She made me the foods that my father enjoyed as a child.Every night i would talk with her for hours until she was tired and had to go to sleep.I enjoyed my time with her and when i left she gave me the rosary necklace my father wore as a kid.
As I was growing up, I did not have much relationship with my grandmother since we lived in different cities. Most of our time together was around holidays when the entire family got together. Despite our limited interactions, my favorite memory of my grandmother is when I was hospitalized in a hospital for complications of anesthesia for dental procedure. I was about 5 years old then, and many of our family members came to visit. During my hospitalization, my grandmother walked into my room with an Airplane model that I wanted so badly. At that time, I distinctively remember how happy I was getting the gift. I do not even remember if I even properly thanked her for the gift. However, as I look back, the moment that I cherish the most about that memory is her love towards me. She knew exactly what would make me the happiest at that time without expecting anything in return. I hope to return the same love in near future.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite memory of my grandmother was her faithfulness to me as a youngster. As a teenager I was always getting in trouble and doing the wrong things and parents would always try to punish me. My grandmother would always defend me by telling my parents that it is normal for teenagers to get in trouble at this stage of their lives. When she passed away her death affected me tremendously because my parents were always too busy working to really give me the attention i needed and being an only child at the time my grandmother was always there for me so we had a very strong bond.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite memories of my grandmother is when we would cook together. I would be in the kitchen sitting at the table smashing garlic and mixing all the different seasonings together while she would be by the stove or sink cooking or cleaning the meat. I would love it because i was learning something new and really loved spending time with her. Then the food would finish cooking and taste so good. Those memories where the best and i would love to experience them all over again if i could.
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My favorite memory wih my grandmother was a day at the pump. I was about 6 or 7 spending the day at my grandmothers house in story ave.It was a very hot summer day and we all wanted to go to the park and get wet in the sprinklers, so we decided we would. My grandmother whch we all call May took my little sisters and my favorite jumpers and cut most of the legs off so we had really short shorts. That kinda upset us girls but we let it be. So we all got ready and went to the park i front of the building.We played for a while and when we decided t get wet she took us around the building to the pump.It was a suprise to us, she didnt tell us she would take us there.May let us stay there as long as we wanted.We had so much fun and after the pump May let us go back to the park before takig us upstairs. When we finally went upstairs, showered and got into our pajamas we all layed down on Mays bed with bottles of warm chocolate milk.Those bottles of milk were our favorite part of the day and no matter who was around we always didi it.
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Well my favorite memory of my grandma would have to be all those times she took care of me, when ever my parents couldn't. my grandma would always make my brothers and I our favorite meals anytime we wanted. She would always spoil her grandchildren no matter if she didn't have a good economic status she would always be there for all of us. she lived in Mexico most of her life and was able to come to America when i was around 10 and lived with us. So I think that was another special moment. I also enjoyed when evryone i ran into or my parents would run into, they would always ask hows my grandma. She was really loved by many several people from our neighborhoods here in America as well as in Mexico.
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