tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post5594887336436380610..comments2023-10-19T05:34:10.647-05:00Comments on Celia Yeary-Romance...and a little bit of Texas: A Tale of Two Grandmothers--for Grandparents' DayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-87165548824131149992011-09-20T14:43:20.338-05:002011-09-20T14:43:20.338-05:00Such a sweet tribute to your grandmothers.
I am ca...Such a sweet tribute to your grandmothers.<br />I am called Nani or Doc Nani ( if they have a boo boo) My great grandmother on my mothers side came from Alsace Lorraine . she spoke broken english , but boy could she make a mean pastry. She was strict but in a good way. My grandmother ( her daughter) was like her in a way but more laid back. I used to spend my summers at the farm.<br />I never knew my dad's mom, she passed away when he was 16.<br />I have 3 grandchildren and 1 on the way and a great granddaughter. I love them all equally and they are a joy.Sharon Sullivan-Craverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16050241474564386412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-91600295090047663692011-09-13T15:28:00.636-05:002011-09-13T15:28:00.636-05:00Steph--I remember your talking before about your P...Steph--I remember your talking before about your Polish grandmother. I'm glad you got to know her and live with her. They do shape our lives so much--I keep in mind that I'm "making memories" for them, so I want it to be a good as it can be.<br />Thanks for sharing your sweet story--CeliaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-21463607568282092622011-09-13T15:25:07.995-05:002011-09-13T15:25:07.995-05:00MONA--I think grandchildren inherently know "...MONA--I think grandchildren inherently know "to be good," or maybe their parents repeat it to them. Our three boys--especially when younger--were always very good when we took them away from the house while visiting in MI. We'd go shopping, eat somewhere, etc.and they minded their manners--for the most part.<br />At home....they'd go wild. I said once to our son--"They're always so good for us." His answer--"The know you won't talk them anywhere if they're not. They do not want to be left behind.<br />Such fun...CeliaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-43667941854382773362011-09-12T15:08:17.449-05:002011-09-12T15:08:17.449-05:00Celia, what a heartwarming post. Thanks so much fo...Celia, what a heartwarming post. Thanks so much for sharing your memories, Sweetie.<br /><br />My father's mother, "Granny" was always a lot of fun. She and Grandpa took me places as a little girl. She taught my prayers and help me to learn to read as well as phonics and she always encouraged me to do my best. I remember her with a fond heart because while she's still alive, she's living in a nursing home and when I saw her last year, I don't know if she remembered me.<br />But - what she did for me as a young girl, growing up I will always remember.<br /><br />My mother's mother, we called "Bopshe" or "Boppie" for short. Bophse, we were told was Polish for Grandmother and as a little girl I remember she was strict and mean and always threatening us with the belt. Then my parents divorced when I was 11 and my mother sent me and my sister to live with Boppie for a year and in that year I saw a whole another side to my grandmother. I saw a loving, caring, kind soul who liked to read, play cards, and knit. After spending that year with her, I grew to love her very much and I cried when she left Christine and I with our mother when we moved back to Manchester. <br /><br />Both my grandmothers really helped to shape the person I am today. <br /><br />As for me and being a grandmother? Well, I hope that's at least 15 years off, but I have two great role models to refer to. <br /><br />Smiles<br />StephStephanie Burkhart https://www.blogger.com/profile/16952130018587727063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-86302732925572863002011-09-12T10:23:03.527-05:002011-09-12T10:23:03.527-05:00What a lovely tribute to your grandmothers. I was ...What a lovely tribute to your grandmothers. I was not very close to my grandmothers. We were taught to respect them and behave around them. I adore my grandchildren and they love visiting for extended period. At Nonna's place, we can do anything we want, but we are good, they like to repeat.Mona Riskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14923883333893160794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-13549620119228194892011-09-11T19:40:59.981-05:002011-09-11T19:40:59.981-05:00GAIL--actually, I can't stand chickens. I only...GAIL--actually, I can't stand chickens. I only went with her because I wanted to do what she wanted--I did like to carry the can with the feed, though. I've been pecked enough to know I do not like the stupid things--and they are very stupid.<br />Thanks for coming by--CeliaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-15131773455380156312011-09-11T19:39:23.111-05:002011-09-11T19:39:23.111-05:00KEENA--it makes me sad that you didn't have a ...KEENA--it makes me sad that you didn't have a grandmother. That's terrible--but I wonder if you feel like you've missed out. I think we don't really miss what we know nothing about.<br />I had to laugh about the strickness thing....of course, grandparents do not have it in their vocabulary! <br />CeliaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-4268083002189072262011-09-11T14:52:10.092-05:002011-09-11T14:52:10.092-05:00Hi Celia,
What a nice grandmother story. I relate...Hi Celia,<br /><br />What a nice grandmother story. I related to the part about going out to feed the chickens. But it was my great uncle who used to take me with him. He put me on his back, because his chickens pecked.<br />It was fun to feed them from afar.Gail Pallottahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05867438154973036168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-89359590103097532062011-09-11T09:09:34.822-05:002011-09-11T09:09:34.822-05:00I didn't have a grandmother growing up. My mot...I didn't have a grandmother growing up. My mother's mom died when she was 17, and my father's mom died when I was 5. I have a few wonderful memories of her but she was sick with cancer for most of the last year of her life. <br /><br />I watch in amazement, though, at how my parents with their grandchildren. Where did all that strictness go? LOL!Keena Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15985958126062809043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-66835802757459503602011-09-11T07:42:45.968-05:002011-09-11T07:42:45.968-05:00Penny--17 kids! Good grief! It's a wonder she ...Penny--17 kids! Good grief! It's a wonder she could still smile. However, how does the adage go..."the more you love, the more will grow?"<br />I never saw a book besides a Bible in either of my grandparent's homes. This was in the 40s. There mights have been books around and I just didn't know it. <br />It seems cookies and gum are the universal love tokens. Even though my grandsons are teens, pre-teens, I still make cookies for them. They can demolish 6 doz in almost one sitting.<br />Thanks for the stories about your grandmothers. CeliaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-50550900272838525182011-09-11T07:37:47.823-05:002011-09-11T07:37:47.823-05:00MAGGIE--there is no greater gift than love. And lo...MAGGIE--there is no greater gift than love. And love comes in the form of an infant placed in your arms who will call you Grandmother. Thank you, and you have a wonderful Grandparents Day, too. CeliaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-41975714178362905752011-09-10T22:10:21.371-05:002011-09-10T22:10:21.371-05:00I love your post, Celia. Being a grandma is the B...I love your post, Celia. Being a grandma is the BEST thing ever. Most of my grandkids, at least the ones who can talk (grin), call me Grandma or Grandma Penny. One calls me Gaga. I imagine that will change as her speech develops. (grin)<br /><br />One my grandmas used to give us gum - always half a stick. She wasn't a cuddly kinda grandma, though she did adopt my mom and gave her a good home. And let my mom choose who her baby brother would be.<br /><br />My other grandma was the first person (that I can remember) to give me a book, Little Women. I think I was 8 or so. Still have it. Whenever someone asked me what I wanted for birthday or Christmas I almost always said books - most people looked at me like I was weird when they heard that. This grandma always had cookies in her kitchen. Then again, she had 17 kids and tons of grandkids.Penny Raderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05012014043686359253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058304572077474516.post-13900931174350017272011-09-10T20:02:55.220-05:002011-09-10T20:02:55.220-05:00I'm the early bird here, and I love this post....I'm the early bird here, and I love this post. Your love for your family really shines through, Celia, and your grandmothers taught you a lot - how to give and receive love. When you come right down to the bottom line of life, love is all.<br /><br />Happy Grandparent's Day to you!<br />Fondly, MaggieMaggie Toussainthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12011893139722870283noreply@blogger.com