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Old 10-03-2006, 09:24 PM   #1
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Memories of your grandfather.

My grandfather was quite a character. He was a cutter at a fur company. He would always ask me when I was little if I wanted a fur coat and I would always say no (my mother would get mad at me ). He did make me a fur collar and a muff, do you remember them? He always wore a flannel shirt with a bow tie, sometime the tie was made out of fur.
When they would have us over for Sunday dinner, he would sit at the table with us kids and start saying, "when do we eat, when do we eat " over and over, and he would get us kids to join in. Well, grandma would yell at him from the kitchen," Freddie cut that out". We would laugh. Then he would make a volcano out of his mashed potatoes and pour in the gravy. We kids loved that.
I don't think I ever saw him without his pipe. I have their antique cabinet. It is filled with things I have of theirs, including Grandpas pipes.
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Old 10-03-2006, 09:39 PM   #2
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My Puerto Rican Papa was brought here as a laborer for the Oahu Sugar Mill. He worked his way into the machine shop where one day the machine chopped off two of his fingers. His one and only job in Hawaii was at the mill.

Papa loved to sing and my memories are of him singing the night away with his Puerto Rican band every Christmas. Papa and his band would serenade the neighbors on Christmas and end up with a big party at his house. Wonderful memories of fun, food and dancing.

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Old 10-03-2006, 11:51 PM   #3
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My Grandpa was a dentist. His name was Dr. Paine. I remember going in and feeling like the entire weight of his body was wrestling with my teeth.

We would go out to lunch with him and he'd ask the waitress if they took Alaskan money. They were dumbfounded by the question. Many times they didn't know the answer.

He had big wild white eyebrows and was always making some sort of face in a photo.
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Old 10-04-2006, 05:09 AM   #4
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My mother's father was a barber, with his own shop. I loved the way it smelled in there. I remember going to a McDonald's, probably one of the first in our area, and he lifted off the bun and scraped off all the tiny chopped onions. I remember the huge stuffed animal (a dog, coloured hot pink and neon orange) he brought to me in the hospital when I was 6 and had my apendix removed. I remember the weird coloured plastic screen he placed over his black and white television to make 'colour tv'. I remember the pastries he'd bring for sunday dinner's dessert. I remember him falling asleep in the rocking chair before dinner started. I remember the Parliament's he smoked, and finding a used butt in the toilet bowl after every visit. I remember the coughing fits he'd suffer through shortly before he passed away from cancer in 1972. He was a wonderfully kind and loving man, gone way too early.

My father's father spoke very little english. Broken english it was called. He was a mason, and there's a street named after him two towns over...he built all the little brick homes on the street. I remember his homemade wine. I remember sitting outside and having dinner in his yard, under an arbor of grapes, grapes haning so low you could just reach up and pick them. I remember his hands were huge, and he scared the daylights out of me. I remember he once gave my brother and a toy called 'barrel of monkeys' but the barrel was empty, he'd given the monkeys to a cousin. I remember he drove to my house one day to give my mother 2 homemade peach pies. I remember my father getting a phone call one evening during dinner in 1969...and leaving the kitchen. I followed him, and saw him lying on his bed crying. My grandfather passed very quickly from a massive heart attack at just 60 years old. Another wonderful man that I wish I'd had more time to get to know.

By the way, I have my grandfather's barber pole.....
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Old 10-04-2006, 08:26 AM   #5
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My maternal grandfather had the task of "keeping the little ones out of the kitchen" when supper was being prepared. He would invite all "the small sizes" into his study. If you could read, you would read to him from your schoolbooks. If you couldn't read, he would read the funny papers to you. Or he would invent stories. I remember that he appeared to be unfailingly interested in every beginning story he ever heard, and he was unfailingly complimentary of every reader's effort. "Well, now. Isn't that fine?" I can hear him now!
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Old 10-04-2006, 10:23 AM   #6
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My grandpa lived to be 100. Once my Grandma tripped over a brick in the yard and broke her arm. He laughed and said..."I'm glad I wasn't the one to leave that there." He swore he lived to be a 100 because he "ate cucumbers every day" "didn't smoke or drink" " and didn't listen to that darn old country music"....
I happen to love country music...so guess I won't live too long...lol.
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Old 10-04-2006, 01:22 PM   #7
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Thank you for talking about Memories Of Your Grandfather. It really touched my heart.

On my mother's side my grandfather started the Breakstone Butter Factory in Chicago and my grandmother was a housewife with 5 children.

On my father's side my grandfather owned a large stationary mill in Chicago and my Grandmother did the bookkeeping. They had 10 children.

I dearly miss them all.

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Old 10-04-2006, 01:49 PM   #8
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Originally Posted by corazon90
My Grandpa was a dentist. His name was Dr. Paine. I remember going in and feeling like the entire weight of his body was wrestling with my teeth.

We would go out to lunch with him and he'd ask the waitress if they took Alaskan money. They were dumbfounded by the question. Many times they didn't know the answer.

He had big wild white eyebrows and was always making some sort of face in a photo.
Dr. Paine, and he was a dentist

No nice stories to add about my grandfather's unfortunately, but it's great to hear everyone's stories.
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Old 10-04-2006, 03:41 PM   #9
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My grandfather worked on the railroad. He always wore a white t-shirt and he a bit on the large side so his belly always stuck out lol. He always always always had to have vo5 for his hair. He called it his hair grease.
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anything so he basically lived in his kitchen. He was just a good old country boy from Logan, West Virginia. Who dreamed of going back home after living in Cleveland for so many years. His dream came true. And I miss him terribly. He died about 4 years ago.
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Old 10-04-2006, 03:52 PM   #10
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My California grandfather (mom's dad) had humble jobs all his life, with his 3rd grade education. He could play the harmonica, which I never knew until after he died. He chewed tobacco and had a spittoon next to his chair. He would prepare a lariat and could rope every single one of us kids with one flick of his wrist. When he died he left mom and her sister $30,000 apiece. My brother named his son after him.

My New Orleans grandfather I didn't know as well. Another railroad guy, middie - for the Southern Pacific RR. He was also a precinct captain for the Democrats. He loved beer and cigars. When he retired, he would sit on the front porch to watch the neighborhood (knew who everyone was) and would ring the doorbell for Grandma to bring him another beer. Wished I'd known him better.

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