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Finish the Sentence Friday: Grandparents

I'm joining in again with Kristi and Kenya for a Finish the Sentence Friday post. (Fortunately for me, the link is open for longer than just Friday!) This time, we were to write for 5 minutes on the prompt "grandparents."

 Say "grandparents" and my first inclination is to think of my own grandparents, even though I'm a grandma now myself.
Photo: Grandpa and Grandma sit on the sofa (we always called it a sofa back then, although I think I remember Grandma occasionally saying "davenport") and Grandma holds me 

 My mom's dad was the first to depart this earth; my mom's mom will be the last of my grandparents to depart. There probably aren't too many grandmas who still have a living grandma, so I realize I'm fortunate in that regard. The woman my grandma is, is hidden in the shell of Alzheimer's, but I remember her as a vibrant, hard-working, surprisingly strong person. When I was very young, I didn't recognize all of that strength; my grandpa had a very big personality, and grandma's was mild in comparison. I do remember grandpa once teasing my sister and me about how he would cut off our ponytails, and grandma gently chided him. We understood that he was just teasing, and grandma's response helped us laugh. 
Photo: I (as a one-year-old) toddle in the kitchen, while my mom watches from the doorway and Grandma washes dishes in the sink behind me. (This was the kitchen in which--years later-- the "threat" of hair-cutting occurred.) 

 If I'm being honest, my five minutes are up. I think more than I write, I guess. I'll have to revisit this prompt another day so I can write more and talk about my dad's parents, too. 


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  1. Pat BAugust 19, 2018 at 11:54 PM

    I see the milk bucket on top of that cabinet! I'd forgotten about the red handles on the drawers. I think the cabinets and drawers were red when we moved in and she painted them the lighter color. That counter looks so low! I would have a backache for sure now if I had to wash dishes in such a low sink.

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  2. UnknownAugust 20, 2018 at 10:59 AM

    I lost my grandmother 2 years ago to dementia, and it's hard to see the person you remember be lost to the disease. My grandma and yours sound similar as my grandfather has a very loud and boisterous personality and my grandmother was the quieter one, the one who fed us all the good stuff and was there to support us even if she didn't say too much.

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