I LOVE hearing stories from my Grandma. Like, when she had polio, her leg and neck were paralized, and she just dragged her leg around school and had to turn her whole body instead of turning her neck. And when her brothers got home from WWII She was soo relieved. And about her father. He was a Canadian. When he was 10 his father (the only gaurdian left) died. So he and his twin brother came to Michigan by themselves to try to make a living. When he got older he met a native american, my great grandmother.

Anyway, anyone have any stories their grandparents told you? I'd love to hear them (or...in this case - read them!).

[This message was edited by mandyleigh on May 01, 2004 at 09:16 PM.]

My Grandfather was an alcoholic ******* that was a sexist, racist pig. And she had an affair because my grandpa wasn't good enough to keep her around. Yes, I heard that from my grandmother, in Alaska. Lovely old women she was. She told me all about it.

Don't you just love stories like that?
-Sunset

I don't know my grandma....my mom won't let me see her. My greatgrandma says she's crazy.

You should read To Kill a Mockingbird, mandy. It's got plenty of misadventures like that.

My great-grandma said she ate lard on bread sandwiches for meals during the depression. One christmas my grandma got only an orange. My grandma was also adopted, and her real family was a line of famous Irish opera singers. Thus she wants me or one of my cousins to carry on that tradition she missed. Irish people are cool, maybe I'll do something Irish to make her proud. Michael Flatley aint got nothin on me.

sorry everybody

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ugh, I should've just let this die.

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Yes. That would have been the good thing to do.

When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, my grandma heard it on the radio, went to tell her aunts, who she lived with, and they told her to "Shut up, and leave them alone.", they didn't care.THE END


ugh, I should've just let this die.