Topic: Grandparents

There's a lot of posts on here about elderly parents, some now gone, some still with us, but does anyone still have grandparents around? Just curious.

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All gone. Never met my Dad's Dad. Would have loved to have met him.

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Same here. Sad to think there were four around for my lad when he was born, just the one now.

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Knew all four very well.

Both Nanas still here.

88 and 85.

Was out north of Skipton last week with them both having a Sunday lunch at the Angel in Hetton.

Ace times.

Both very funny and don’t act like eighty year olds.

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Not had a grandparent since I was 16 and my dad was dead by the time I hit 21.. my mum's a fantastic grandma to my two but always wished they'd known my dad and vice versa.. the kids other grandma has never wanted anything to do with kids and neither did their grandad who died a while back

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One grandad got shot in WW1 came home with a hole in his arm, never  really recovered from poor health, struggled on and died in 1936
His wife my gran, was great from what I very vaguely remember called me and our kid into her bedroom Easter Friday 1968, on her death bed although I was too young to know. Gave us Easter eggs with our names on.
Died on the Easter Monday

Irish part of the family grandad died of heart attack digging roads, never knew him
His wife died in 1967, my dad returned from Leeds v Sunderland cup game, record attendance I think  to find out she had died. Don`t remember that far back.

All a long time ago, shame it would have been nice to have known them

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All my grandparents died when I was between 14 - 23, old man died when I was 28. Just my mother left, who is 75. I would liked my kids to have known my own grandmother, great woman. She could do anything she set her mind to.

One of my biggest regrets in life is that I didn't go to see them as often as I should have done, too busy being selfish with my own life. I won't allow my own kids to make the same mistake, they are very close to their grandparents here thankfully.

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My mum's mum died of cancer aged 60 when I was about 5 years old. A couple of years after we'd lost my younger brother to SIDS. Not such fond memories of this time to be fair. Grand Dad emigrated to Canada after that and lived until his mid 80's and other Gran died in the 90's. No one talks to anyone on my Dad's side, except for the odd cousin and uncle. Whereas everyone is really tight on my Mums side and keeps in touch even though they're all in Canada now discounting my Mam and me.

Our little one lost her Japanese Grand Dad to cancer in the same year she was born. My missus couldn't go to his funeral as she was 4 months pregnant and in Dubai. Japanese Gran is still fighting fit and all the women on that side hit 100 with no issue, so I'm hoping that's rubbed off in the genes. We Skype granny and grand dad 2 to 3 times a week, made a point of doing this, even if the little one's not into it and wants to do other stuff, we call, Sundays / Fridays and Wednesdays and send photos, lots of photos. The downside of choosing to live overseas I guess.

I am an only child and kind of miss having a big extended family because of it. Something went down on my Dad's side, brothers not talking to one another, and you know what it's like, you can't really dig into that kind of stuff.

Anyway, we're looking at making all 3 grand parents again, so we're doing our bit..

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All gone now sadly but saw them fairly regularly and glad I did.
My dads dad was a proper character and used to come with my old fella every Sunday morning to watch me when I played amateur football.
Then it was all off to the boozer for a Sunday lunchtime session!
Ace times.

On another side becoming a grandparent myself was a real game changer as any other grandparents on here will testify.
Only yesterday morning I took the eldest grandson sledging in Ilkley park and had a right old giggle with him....love the little fella to bits, makes me feel young again.

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Never knew my dad’s parents, both died young. My mum’s dad was a a kindly bloke who was a watchmaker when that was a highly skilled trade. It was such that at the outbreak of world war 2 he was turned down by the army, the air force and the navy as he was reserve listed for war work. He pent the duration making intricate bits and bobs including the glider cast off mechanisms for D Day. He unfortunately died young when I was 11. My mum’s mum lived on and on defying medical opinion which is a shame as she was a right cow. My parents did not know whether she was coming to their wedding up to the point that she walked in and preceded to act like the Duchess of Pudsey. She had told mum prior to the wedding, “don’t come running to me with your oily brats when he leaves you for a younger woman. “ Mum was 9 years older than my dad. We ended up with a surrogate in her sister my mums and our Auntie Nellie. A women of warmth and heart who carried a little of the sun in her pocket wherever she went. She’d been a motorcycle despatch rider during the war, how cool is that? She made the best chips ever, me and my brother “the little loves” even when we were hulking sulking  teenagers could do no wrong. We loved here dearly and I wept like a child when she died and have shed a couple of tears writing this.

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Loose Lips wrote:

Knew all four very well.

Both Nanas still here.

88 and 85.

Was out north of Skipton last week with them both having a Sunday lunch at the Angel in Hetton.

Ace times.

Both very funny and don’t act like eighty year olds.

I left out the Grandfathers. Earnest and John - or Jack as he was known - because that was shorter? Never got that.

Earnest had about fifty jobs, enjoyed a party a party and in true working class fashion dressed to the nines but didn't have a penny to his name. After he retired from an early heart attack he pottered about for a few years until he decided to get another job out of boredom. This was his first interview ever in his life. At 62. It was for the parking attendant at the DIY store just of Cavendish Street in Keighley.

He didn't get it.

But fate intervened as the other feller dropped dead before he could start so in struts Earnest. For four years, no one from Guardhouse ever paid in that car park. Ever. Much loved was Earnest. I ended up getting a job for a few months in the pizza place next to the DIY building after he died. On my first shift I got chatting to one of the delivery drivers who used to park his car in the car park and he knew Earnest well. He asked how he was and I had to tell him he died a few years before. Poor lad burst into tears. Life and soul and went out with a bang.

Jack was a highly skilled engineer. Much quieter than Earnest, not much of drinker and not a fan of parties. A thinker. I found after he died he really struggled with depression all his life but I would never have guessed. Took life at a slower pace. Life took him a bit slower too and he lasted six years after dementia diagnosis. He once took me out to Skipton and for whatever reason left a blanket over the car engine the night before. I do not know why. He forgot to take it off. We made halfway before we aborted to the pavement as the red Ford Escort burnt to the ground.

The firemen found the blanket and took one look at Jack and left it out of the report so he could get the insurance. Honest to the end, he called the insurance company and told them about the blanket.

Who would do that these days?

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Died in 1936 (cycling accident. No, really)
1967,
1982,
1999 (Widow from 1936 calamity re-married) 
and 2006. 

I have, in the main, very happy memories of these people.

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On my mum's side:

Grandad died when I was 13/14 of bowel cancer.  He lived round the corner from us and I spent the majority of my time with him and my gran.  I idolised him and cried for weeks when he died.  At the time my parents though it best that I didn't go to the funeral which I hated them for and still resent now.  I would say (honestly) it took me over 10 years to get over it - I would cry at the mention of his name even in my 20s. 

Grandma plodded on to 93 when she died of general old age I'd say.  She had developed dementia and it wasn't an easy thing to visit her but you do,  don't you?  I was about 35 so about 13/14 years ago.  Strong woman,  you didn't mess with her but was capable of much love - she had over 60 grand kids,  multiple great grand kids,  and even a few great,  great grand kids.  A true matriarch

Dad's side, I didn't really know them to be honest.  Dad was from Manchester (Hyde/Dukinfield area) and it was still back in the time that a car trip to there was seen as a special 'one off' thing

Grandma died when i was about 12.  My dad went across with my mum to the funeral but no one else did

Grandad died when i was about 5/6.  We didn't have a phone but the woman across the road had one,  I vividly remember her knocking on our door telling dad that his brother was on the phone (she'd kindly agreed to use her number a contact for him) and him coming back 5 minutes later in floods of tears just saying "my mum's dead,  my mum's dead".  First and only time I saw him cry

Loved them all but only really knew mum's parents

As said elsewhere,  my kids (now 6 and 8) will know their grandparents although my dad died suddenly 5 years ago and it kills me he won't see them grow up

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Mine went years ago. I was really close to my nana (my dad's mum) who got to 96. She used to ride her bike to the shops until she got to 90. Funny character. When a doctor came round to see her in her last few weeks she told him to "sling your hook" and said "I'm more of a doctor than you".

My mrs's grandad is ace. He's 90 this year. Grew up in Moss Side and his a lifelong citeh fan. Lovely bloke though, always on his ipad checking the football results. Got some great stories.

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First died when I was 6, then next one at 11, last 2 20 some years ago.  My maternal grandad was tiny, had a pork butchers on York Road near East End Park.  Loved going to Leeds market or Harehills Lane with him, he knew everyone. 

If I am similar to anyone in my family I'd hope it was him.

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Me and my mam went to live with my Maternal grandparents after my dad died in 1970.My Grandad was stationed after the war in allied occupied Graz in Austria where he met my gran Gertrud Buikspeiller they married there had two kids and came back to Grandads hometown (Rothwell)in I think 1947.My grandads family which was quite big made up of a lot if sisters made known their anti German/Austrian feelings post war which will have been common after WW2.They all treated her like shit mocking her accent as she struggled to learn English and in general been fucking awful won’t go into it I only found out as I was older and never forgive his sisters for her treatment.She had a shit life with my grandad but never left him different times I suppose and where would she have after leaving him no support system like now.I never knew my Paternal grandparents which was down to my Grandad wasn’t allowed after their son had topped his self and left his daughter in the shit.He was fucking awful.My Gran Trudy on the other hand was the most caring thoughtful women I’ve ever met looked after everyone not just family but neighbors and people she didn’t know.would have give her last quid to help anyone.Ive been to Graz and I have seen the place she left to come and live over here on a shit heap estate with that cunt and I’m astounded.My grandad died of a stroke in 92.My gran enjoyed her life from then on until she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer which had spread everywhere in March 2005.She died in my arms 6 weeks later.
Still miss her

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It never ceases to amaze me how bloody complicated families can be. It should be simple right? Have a family. All love each other and get on with one another. Good time ensues. It never happens like that does it. Every family has its own idiosyncrasies and problems, no matter.

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On my mum's side. Grandmother died in the year before I was born. Grandfather was out of my mam's life until he was dying, he came to live with us for a few months when I was five and spoilt me rotten. I was the wealthiest kid in Northowram, he used to give me half a crown regularly, he didn't care, why would he.

On my dad's side, there was a clash between his mother and my mam. Never had a relationship with her. From things I have heard she didn't seem a very nice person and certainly not a good mother, she died when i was 13. After she died I got to know my grandad and would visit him on the way home from school aged 14. He died within a year of this starting up.  He came to watch me play football once and though I didn't really know him, I was 11, I was doing my best to score in front of him (downhill wind behind, shooting from 20 yards whereas normally i'd not shoot if I wasn't within 12 yards.  He left before I was changed, asked my dad what he said, I got five words - you're a greedy little bugger, I knew he was right, he just didn't know why I was greedy that day.

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My mums dad was a real character
Worked down the pit all of his working life
Lung dishes killed him in the end
My gran died young so he lived on his own
Worked down Ledston Luck
Drank in kippax liberal club cos the beer was cheap
Except on Christmas Day ( it didn't open Christmas Day) so used to walk over to the Gaping Goose
Bet on everything except the Grand National
Once went on holiday to Hook Moor for a week during the national strike
Had a yearly pit trip to Sam Smiths brewery and always brought home a bucket full of yeast grew it in the pantry and eat a piece every day
Took lard sandwiches and cold tea for lunch (snap) at work
Loved red cabbage so decided to dig his front lawn up and plant just red cabbage in his front garden
, council weren't too happy
Died 1978 I thought he was old but in reality he had just reached 70
Hard life

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My mums mum was an unmarried mother in a little village outside Caernarfon in 1926 . My mum went to live with aunties until about 13 years old, when her mum got married . When they had 2 children my mum fell out with her step dad and left to join the land army at 17 . All she new of her farther was one day a bus passed by and her auntie said , that’s your dad driving that bus. I never met my nan till I was 14 . When my mum went to visit her one Mother’s Day, after the step dad had passed . All of a sudden I had a new gran ,uncle and auntie and cousins. She died about 9years later mid 80’s .
My mum never really told me the whole story, but told my wife , before she died in 2009. She spoiled me and my kids rotten, I now know why , because of the hard childhood she’d had.

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My dad died tonight.

I'd offer you a beer, but I've only got six cans.

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Sorry to hear that Reg.

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Thats very sad to hear, I am very sorry Reg.

'When you become a grown up, people stop asking you what your favourite dinosaur is....They don't even care.'

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Condolences Reg

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Sorry for your loss Reg

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