Top 295 Grandparents Quotes

I did stand-up for my grandparents every day when I was, like, eight.

No one helped my grandparents when a con man stole our house, or when I needed help paying for a plane ticket to get to college. But my community always had my back.

Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? The mother.

I’m incredibly optimistic about what individuals can do. We have technology that our grandparents would have given their eye teeth for.

I feel like I have so many amazing opportunities because of my immigrant mother, my immigrant grandparents.

Some of the most green people in our lives are our parents and grandparents, who always bought locally and carefully. I remember my grandmother would buy a jar of cream and make it last for a long time. To me, that is just as green as something with an expensive, eco-savvy label on it.

My grandparents told endless stories about the town they were from. It became an almost mythic place.

Can you imagine that Cuba and Europe’s youth, who had forgotten about traditional music, who only thought of rock music, are now looking back towards their grandparents? That is a phenomenon.

My parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles were all funny, and I felt that energy, that delivery, that timing, that sarcasm. All that stuff seeped into my brain.

What I look for in a project or partner is integrity and character; I love the concept of family entertainment and crosses over the generations, where you can sit kids with their grandparents and everyone has a good time. Those are the qualities that I want to bring to viewers.

I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.

My grandparents were from Kentucky – I’m related to Daniel Boone. He was my great-great-great uncle.

I just kept telling myself that ultimately, the money that my grandparents had put away to go into my college fund, that they were investing for me to go to school and get this education, it had to be worth something.

My dad is from Queens. I remember visiting as a kid. My grandparents grew up here. All the actors I respected were coming out of here. All the hip-hop I was listening to – Beastie Boys, A Tribe Called Quest, Biggie, Wu Tang – was coming out of New York. I’m just into it.

I grew up in Texas City, Texas. I didn’t know anybody who was a director or whose parents or grandparents were directors. I met somebody from a nearby town one time whose father had been to the moon – it was far more likely to be an astronaut than it was to be a writer or a director.

I am imprinted with the whole sense of European history, especially German history, going back to World War I, which really destroyed all the old values and culture. My grandparents had been reasonably well-off but they became quite poor, living in an attic apartment.

I stand here today – in the shadow of my parents’ and grandparents’ accomplishments – because of their willingness to sacrifice and look to my future.

Boys and girls, have confidence in the direction and counsel and advice of your parents and grandparents who love you more than anybody else in the world does.

If you’ve never been to a live WWE event, it’s pretty awesome. A few hours of action-packed family fun. Bring everybody, from your babies to your grandparents.

I come from immigrant grandparents. The country would not be what it is if it wasn’t for the immigrants in this country.

I started taking piano lessons when I was about 5, and there was always a lot of music in my family: my parents both play instruments, my grandparents were classical violinists, and my grandfather was actually a music professor and a conductor.

My grandparents got out of Poland right before the Holocaust and came here, and the only thing that mattered was surviving.

Dizzy Gillespie would come by, eating gumbo. It was crazy. My grandparents were friends with all of them. Dee Dee Bridgewater, all of them, they’d come through.

Like so many poor Ilokanos, my grandparents left their village, for it could no longer sustain them. The Ilocos is a narrow coastal plain where, so often, the mountain drops to the sea. Land hunger had always afflicted the Ilokanos and made them migratory.

My grandparents would have big, long arguments that were entertaining and that’s where I first noticed, and was thrilled by, political discourse.

True love that lasts forever… yes, I do believe in it. My parents have been married for 40 years and my grandparents were married for 70 years. I come from a long line of true loves.

On matters of race, South Carolina has a tough history. We all know that. Many of us have seen it in our own lives – in the lives of our parents and our grandparents. We don’t need reminders.

I was born and raised in Southall; we had two houses which we made into one big one because there were 12 of us living there: me and my bro, my parents, my grandparents, and my dad’s brother’s family.

Migration is the story of my life: my parents and grandparents journeyed across four continents to flee war and find jobs, eventually finding their way to the U.S.

The cutest part is that both my grandparents have tried to adapt to my dream. When I sat them down and showed them a film that I did – with an intimate scene in it – I was surprised that their reaction wasn’t dramatic. My grandmother even came to me to ask, ‘How do you do it?’

Miami Beach – that’s where I grew up, in a middle-class Jewish family led by my maternal grandfather. Me, my great-grandmother – a Holocaust survivor, who was my roommate – my grandparents, my mom and her brother all shared a four-bedroom house.

I had the privilege of having two sets of loving grandparents.

I can tell you as a black person in South Carolina whose grandparents grew up through Jim Crow, when you lose the courts and justice no longer becomes just, we’re in a world of trouble.

Every summer, my grandparents would rent a house on Balboa Island. They had the house next to Bob Hope’s. I’ve been going down there all my life, to that whole area.

Young people have to learn in a cocoon filled with false optimism. Unlike their parents and grandparents, they grow up with very little sense of the pitiless passage of time.

My grandparents were very well-educated people, but in the Jewish tradition. They knew everything about the Bible. And then they had to come to Brussels, to run away from Poland, because there was too much anti-Semitism. They lost everything they had.

The most watched programme on the BBC, after the news, is probably ‘Doctor Who.’ What has happened is that science fiction has been subsumed into modern literature. There are grandparents out there who speak Klingon, who are quite capable of holding down a job. No one would think twice now about a parallel universe.

Just look at my face. Its an extraordinary experience. All of my friends who are grandparents have been saying, just wait, a bit cynically, but its just extraordinary. You feel like a child again yourself. Just walking on air.

I spent my childhood outdoors on my grandparents’ farm. I learned to ride a motorbike when I was about six, a little PeeWee 50. I’d climb trees – there was a big weeping willow.

I was being groomed to be a tennis player for sure. My grandparents and parents realised I had a natural athletic ability and if I was forced to do it, I could probably do well. But all I wanted was to play pretend.

I was taken to a boarding school when I was four years old and taken away from my mother and my father, my grandparents, who I stayed with most of the time, and just abruptly taken away and then put into the boarding school, 300 miles away from our home.

My mother and father had been through the Holocaust. The family was wiped out. I grew up never knowing aunts, uncles, or grandparents.

My grandparents had died in 1983, and suddenly my brother is out jogging before Mass, and he dies.

My mother was 45 when she had me, so when I was in high school my parents were the same age as my friends’ grandparents.

There were nine children in my father’s family and eight in my mother’s. My grandparents did the best with what they had. After the Depression, they were scratching out a living and working hard. They kept the family going.

As the Japanese family gets more and more atomized, grandparents don’t live with the nuclear family, so parents of children can’t consult with their own parents about how to raise their children and rely on that to help raise them.

My parents weren’t married. It wasn’t like my dad up and left. I maintained a steady relationship with my grandparents. My dad’s mother is my nana, and I’m closer to her than almost anybody in this world.

My grandparents, Jim and Pat Moore, were an incredible couple. They drove me to the community theater, where I did plays as a kid.

I grew up with very strong family support. My grandparents raised me, and my uncle sort of played that father-figure role in my life.

I remember the first time I pulled out of my driveway in my grandparents’ Nissan Ultimate or Centra. I just remember getting in a car that smells like my grandparents, with both my parents standing on the lawn, so petrified. That was my car up until I was 18.

Shyambazar evokes a strong sense of nostalgia in me. There’s not a theatre in that area where I haven’t watched a movie. I also have fond memories of going grocery-shopping at Grey Street with my grandparents.

With my grandparents, it was almost like a hippie lifestyle. I could do whatever I wanted. If I didn’t want to do my homework, I didn’t do it.

My parents and grandparents have always been engaged in teaching or the medical profession or the priesthood, so I’ve sort of grown up with a sense of complicity in the lives of other people, so there’s no virtue in that; it’s the way one is raised.

I was brought up in a very traditional way by my grandparents in an orthodox Tamil-Brahmin family.

I just think I’m blessed. I love the Lord Jesus Christ. I have a great grandmother that passed away at 104 and two grandparents that passed away at 97 and 95, and they never worried about protein. They just enjoyed life, and that’s what I’m doing.

I am second-generation American, and my grandparents are from Puerto Rico.

My grandparents lived with us. And I remember watching ‘Doctor Who’ with my granddad on his new telly. These were the days before remote controls but my granddad, being quite a resourceful sort of chap, had fashioned his own remote control – which was a length of bamboo pole with a bit of cork that he’d glued on the end.

My dad’s paternal grandparents were musically inclined. And I remember as a little kid going to visit them in their senior building, and they were, like, the stars of the building, especially hosting and performing in their senior talent show.

I know from the stories of my grandparents and great-grandparents the real struggles and discrimination that Italian Americans faced when they first immigrated to America.

All four of my grandparents were educators, my mom was a school nurse, and I went through the public school system.

I believe in the value of life. I believe we must prepare our children for tomorrow with the family values of my grandparents.

I really look up to writers who are able to write compressed, single-scene stories, where everything happens in a kitchen. But I just can’t think that way. For me it would be impossible to write a story where I didn’t know what someone’s parents did and what their grandparents did and who they used to date.

My grandparents invented joylessness. They were not fun. I’ve already had more fun with my grandchildren than my grandparents ever had with me.

My childhood was great, honestly. I have all these incredible memories of my childhood. I was an only child. I always had all my cousins around. I had my grandparents around. I had my parents around. I had my uncles around – whatever.

My family reached the United States before the Holocaust. Both of my parents emigrated from Russia as young children. My grandparents were fleeing religious persecution and came to America seeking a better life for their family.

Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they’re eating sandwiches.

I lost my sister Telsche to ovarian cancer in 1997 and my grandparents on my mother’s side both had cancer but well into their 70s.

I went to live with my grandparents when my parents threw me out. Then I went to prison at the age of 17, to detention centre, and I remained there until I was 20.

My parents are proud of my achievements. They send articles to my grandparents in India. Everyone’s happy I’m doing something I want to do.

My grandparents went through a bad experience themselves; they invested money in a church and got burned – the pastor had his own agenda – and my grandfather lost interest in the church after that. That was when I had the option to not go. ‘Grandpa ain’t going; I’m gonna stay with Grandpa.’

Harlem exists in retrospect, in the memory of grandparents or elderly cousins, those ‘old-timers’ ever ready with their geysers of remembered scenes. The legends of ‘Black Mecca’ are preserved in the glossy musicals of Times Square and in texts of virtually every kind.

My grandparents, they came through Ellis Island in 1923, and you know, I’d heard all the stories.

We hear lots of stories where grandparents go to a store and buy a smartphone so they can keep in touch with kids and grandkids.

He knew a lot about his grandparents – and perhaps he feels he’s been endowed with abilities to go into people’s heads who are long dead – but, to a certain extent, he’s making it up.

My father, Cecil Banks Mullis, and mother, formerly Bernice Alberta Barker, grew up in rural North Carolina in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. My dad’s family had a general store, which I never saw. My grandparents on his side had already died before I started noticing things.

At 11, I went to live with my maternal nan and granddad temporarily, after my parents separated, and Nan would let me have a go on her piano. My grandparents were like something out of the Noel Coward play, ‘This Happy Breed,’ and it was magical to hear them sing music-hall songs.

As a family comedian, it is so wonderful seeing everyone from kids through to grandparents being entertained by you.

When I was nine years old, my family lost our home, and the six of us moved into my grandparents’ converted garage.

Our grandparents’ generation never expected too much out of life and, paradoxically, were happier for it. It never occurred to my granddad that he would enjoy work. He hated it from the day he walked through the factory gates at 14 to when he left at 65.

I’m not as tech savvy as some YouTubers, but I’m a lot better than my grandparents. Whenever I have a technical question, or something isn’t working, I ask Google, and that usually throws up the answer.

I spent the most impressionable years of my life with my grandparents, and they meant a lot to me, which is why I wanted them to come around with my decision of acting.

I first saw the island of Noirmoutier when I was two weeks old. I think it’s probably safe to say that I didn’t fully appreciate it at the time; but I grew to love it as year after year I spent holidays there at my grandparents’ cottage.

I grew up really kind of mixed up. I lived with my white grandparents and mom and got made fun of a lot because I talked like her.

My mother, R. Rajalakshmi, taught at Annamalai University in Chidambaram, and during the day, I was well cared for by aunts and grandparents in the usual way of an extended Indian family.

We slept in the park before we had a house, and eventually we shared a home – my parents, my grandparents and five uncles, my family, all of us – on White Oaks Street by Magnolia Street near the railroad. Those were hard times, but I loved living there.

Conversations with my mother, father, my grandparents, as I’ve grown up have obviously driven me towards wanting to try and make a difference as much as possible.

The building in the Bronx where I grew up was filled with mostly Holocaust survivors. My two best friends’ parents both survived the camps. Everyone in my grandparents’ building had tattoos. I’d go shopping with my grandparents, and the butcher, the baker, everybody in the whole neighborhood had tattoos.

I’m from New York. My grandparents were settlers of Long Island City. When they came here, there was no bridge, and they had to hire a boat across the river. They had a farm, and my grandmother had to go once a week to Manhattan to buy provisions – very primitive.

Vancouver is home. I spent a huge amount of time here as a kid growing up with my mom, with my grandparents who lived here.

Because we employ no professional preachers, it means that every sermon or lesson in church is given by a regular member – women and men, children and grandparents.

I always loved pretending I was a fish or a mermaid while swimming in my grandparents’ pool.

We want to bring the kids, the parents, the grandparents and grandkids together, we want them to have a shared viewing experience. We want the kids to talk about it in the playground, dad to talk about it down the pub, grandma to talk about it while she’s out shopping.

I truly have a village supporting me. My son has godmothers, godfathers, grandparents and so many others in his life who love him as much as I do. They’re there for both of us. I may not have a mate or husband, but I’m definitely not a single parent.

When we play an outdoor venue, you’ll see whole families – boys, girls, men and women – from kids to grandparents who somehow heard the music… Think about how hard it is for artists who can never get a gig at an all-ages gig. Who goes to hear music in bars? People who can get into bars; people who drink.

My grandparents used to bring me books every time they saw me.

Obviously, I rep Jamaica. I’m a first generation born Jamaican-American. My parents are born and raised in Jamaica, my grandparents are born and raised in Jamaica, my other family still lives in Jamaica, and I still go back there.

My grandparents are from Mexico, so I grew up with great Mexican food.

He never has made a living. He went from my grandparents’ house to the very regimented military school, back to the house, to my grandfather’s company, to the Trump Organization, which I view as a sinecure for him. And then ‘The Apprentice,’ whatever that was, and the White House.

All my mom’s side speaks Spanish. I speak to my grandparents in Spanish. Slowly. And they’re patient with me! But I do speak with them in Spanish and carry on conversations with them.

As my name might suggest, I’m Jewish. My grandparents were Polish and Russian Jews who came to Australia in the late 1920s, and had they not, we wouldn’t be talking now.

There’s a difference between someone who’s ‘harsh’ and someone who is ‘hard.’ Life was hard. You lived in the South, as my grandparents did, and you had to survive. That is hard.

I was born to a single mom and raised by her and my grandparents.

Our loyalty is not to our grandparents, the traditions, our volleyball team, our friends; as believers, our loyalty is to Scripture.

I took the ‘Lee’ from my grandparents, who took care of me during the day while my mom was away working.

I have spent most of my time with my grandparents.

I come from a tiny mining town in the rainforest in an island at the end of the world. My grandparents were illiterate.

We’ve been doing a 40-year end zone celebration of the victories won by our parents and grandparents. We haven’t shepherded our history. We haven’t taught it so others can learn from it and implement the lessons.

I feel like my grandparents and parents gave me a tremendous amount. And if I can pass some of that on, then I’ll be very happy.

Dogs are more of a responsibility than kids – you can send a kid off to their grandparents or a nanny, but with a dog you can’t do that.

Once school let out every year, my siblings and I would get packed into a station wagon to drive to South Carolina to see my grandparents for summer vacation. If school let out on Friday, we were probably in the station wagon no later than Sunday morning, and we would make stops along the way.

My grandparents were born in England but spoke German and had a German name.

The Russians invaded Georgia in 2008 and my mum got stuck and had to be airlifted back to the capital by the UN because she’d left her passport at my grandparents. It was absolutely terrifying and it’s why I always carry my passport in my handbag now.

I was born in April of 1966, on the eve of the Cultural Revolution. Soon after, my parents and grandparents all lost personal freedom simply for being intellectuals. So I spent most of my childhood rotating between adopted families of peasants and coalminers.

There is a psychic gulf that exists between myself and my grandparents because they don’t really speak English, and I don’t speak Chinese, and that’s my own personal shame because I did not learn, ever. I only saw my paternal grandma a few times in my life, and that’s really crazy.

The vision of a nation formed from many different peoples bound together by a common love of freedom was staked out long before our lifetimes or even our parents’ or grandparents’ lifetimes.

People my age, we would hear from our parents and grandparents who were raised in Detroit about how great this city was from 1900 to the ’60s.

Children need stimulation and stability. That can come from grandparents, cousins, teachers, nannies, childcare centres – as long as they engage with the children and are really fond of them. There are also times when children need to be left alone to learn to be independent and to encourage their imaginary friends.

Parents, brothers and sisters, grandparents, aunts and uncles are made more powerful guides and rescuers by the bonds of love that are the very nature of a family.

My grandparents from the old country, Latvia, were all musical on my father’s side.

At NBC I wasn’t really sure if the grandparents were going to get my sense of humor on a particular topic.

None of the longest-lived people ran marathons or pumped iron. They live exactly as their grandparents before them – surrounded by family and friends.

I was with a Russian family, and I couldn’t believe that the grandparents in Russia, first of all I was shocked and delighted to find that the Russian family that I’d been told was so different from the American family, was exactly the same.

My nana ji has a shop in Bapu Bazaar. Every summer, after my final exams, my mother would pack me off to my grandparents’ home in Jaipur where we would visit nana ji’s shop and I would roam around the market, holding his finger, wearing those cute Jaipuri lehengas.

And I feel like, as a black man within black culture, I know very well firsthand – as do my parents and my grandparents and great-grandparents – we’re used to things not going our way.

Relationships with parents, grandparents, friends, and siblings were important to me when I was young and have remained so throughout my life. Our relationships with other people both shape and reflect who we are. These relationships are infinitely fascinating to explore!

My son has godmothers, godfathers, grandparents and so many others in his life who love him as much as I do. They’re there for both of us. I may not have a mate or husband, but I’m definitely not a single parent.

My grandparents lived in Hollywood, and I was surrounded by the romanticism of movies ever since I was a child.

Once, I was out of the house 93 days in a year. I was missing grandparents’ days at schools and kids’ birthdays and Valentine’s Day, not to mention the fact that when you’re on the road, you can’t get anything done. I had to learn to say ‘No,’ cut back on travel.

I came from a really musical family. I studied classical piano because my grandparents were piano teachers, but started doing musical theater at age nine in Fresno, California, and went to a performing arts high school. That was my life.

My childhood memories include a time when the government confiscated my family’s possessions and exiled us to a camp in the B.C. Interior, just because my grandparents were from Japan.

The beauty of America is that I don’t have to deny my past to affirm my present. No one does. We can love this nation like a parent and still embrace our ancestral home like cherished grandparents.

When I worked as music associate, I have observed my parents and grandparents waiting to see my name on the screen. But, it wouldn’t be there.

I want to be a good example for my son. That’s the best way to parent – to be the example of what you want to see in them. That’s definitely how my parents parented and how my grandparents parented. And it works.

I was raised by my grandparents, who had a little general store. My grandmother, Marion Dunham Bowman, was a graduate of Albany Law School. Although she never did practice law, she kept the house filled with books. It’s because of her that I was always reading.

I’ve worked with Bernie before all of his other advisers have. We’re best friends, and we’ve been colleagues, and now we’re husband and wife, and grandparents together, and parents.

I don’t think there is ever a wrong time to sit down and listen to your grandparents’ stories.

The way we dress on ‘Mad Men’ is so associated with old photographs, with people’s parents and grandparents.

I had a very difficult childhood. I was surrounded by people who had both parents, which made me feel different. Having a bit of a rougher existence early on, it made me appreciate the work ethic that my grandparents instilled in me.

I spent a lot of my school vacations in Devlali because my grandparents lived in the cantonment there.

I really felt good after working in a film like ‘Piku,’ as many people could relate to my character. I got letters from my fans telling me how my character resembles to their grandparents.

I was always kind of a school person – my parents were teachers, and my grandparents were immigrants, so their big thing was, ‘Go to college, go to college, go to college.’

Being pregnant is the most natural thing our bodies can do. Our grandparents did it without all these books, and they came out okay.

I always thought it was funny that my grandparents had bought a ticket to New York and ended up in Glasgow.

Elderly parents tend to think their relationship with their middle-aged children is smoother than the children do. Adult grandchildren, who have little stake in pulling away from their grandparents, tend to describe that relationship as less rose-colored than do Gram and Gramps.

My grandparents and great-grandparents were classic East European/Russian Jewry. Quasky was the name until Grandpa Quasky changed it in 1948.

Every Sunday after church we would go over to my grandparents’ house and spend time with them and they had a pool in their backyard, and I would like eat as fast as I could just so I could be the first one in the pool. And then I would be the last one out.

Mum and Dad died of heart problems, my grandparents died of it, my sister has had mini strokes, my brother has had a heart attack – it’s genetic; there’s nothing I can do.

Most Americans have parents or grandparents who immigrated to this country, and we know the hardships they faced, from learning the language to dealing with prejudice.

My grandparents don’t really listen to pop music, and they only speak Spanish and only listen to Spanish music.

My grandparents – my mom’s parents – they’re Jewish. But nobody ever pushed religion onto us. It wasn’t something I ever grew up with.

I grew up in Bristol, R.I. I had grandparents and great-grandparents nearby, and because I was the only grandchild until I was 12, I was the center of a lot of adult attention.

We live in a very different world than the one that we inherited from our parents and from our grandparents. Times are changing, and states must adapt to win.

I can think of no one that my grandparents knew, that told me stories and that I experienced myself, had any sense of social inferiority growing up in segregated Washington. None whatsoever.

When my children were young, one of the treats promised by their grandparents was a ride in Grandad’s car.

The sight of parents, children and grandparents all descending on a tented field to enjoy the pleasure of ideas and books renews my faith in humanity.

And there’s a lot of that stuff with people bringing their kids, kids bringing their parents, people bringing their grandparents – I mean, it’s gotten to be really stretched out now. It was never my intention to say, this is the demographics of our audience.

And, I think, as a kid, I had a strong motivation to do something of my life. And, I think that’s the strongest motivation I really got. And, that came obviously from my parents and my grandparents.

In our culture, when the parents are having a tough time, the grandparents take care of the kids.

On both sides of my family, my grandparents grew up in total poverty and came to California during the Great Depression. The only way they were able to work their way out of that was by joining the military, which is how they both went on to be able to go to college.

Let’s set aside our political and ideological differences and take a moment to love our families, hug our children, parents and grandparents and through love and respect, strengthen the bonds that made us the greatest nation on Earth.

As parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts we need to start getting out into nature with the young people in our lives. Families play a key role in getting kids outside.

We grew up in Islington, north London, in a Georgian terraced house that nowadays would be split into flats. Our grandparents lived upstairs, there was another tenant living up there and downstairs was the office where people in the area paid their rent.

I’m a Hollywood kid, and I know that there are only so many stories. Only so many tales around the campfire that we have to tell. Then we have to regurgitate them. Our grandparents’ movies were all remakes of silent films – we forget that, but it’s true.

When I’m at my grandparents’, I know I literally have to do nothing but relax, enjoy myself, and enjoy my family members’ company.

My grandfather, Harry Ferguson, was a butcher in Hill of Beath; so even though my grandparents lived in some poverty, we got loads of beef. My grandmother, Meg, was a fine Scottish cook who did slow cooking.

I look at my grandparents and what they dealt with in the Japanese internment in Arizona. That sense of perseverance, of making the best out of an incredibly bad situation, has always been something I drew inspiration from. I always ask myself, ‘What in the world do I have to complain about?’

It is very important for both the parents to spend quality time with their children, at least till they are eight years old, whatever be our social status, or even if grandparents are available to take care of them, and that is the message we try to drive home in ‘Pasanga 2.’

I used to try to pick locks because I grew up on my grandparents’ farm and I started my own little spy club. I would go around the farm and try to break into the shed and try spying on my grandpa. It was ridiculous.

I spent a lot of time at my grandparents in the school holidays, and the only books in the house were a copy of the Bible and Agatha Christie’s ‘Murder at the Vicarage.’ I developed a taste for murder mysteries and then later discovered libraries, second-hand bookshops, and jumble sales.

I was born in Kerala, where my maternal grandparents lived, and stayed there till the age of one, after which I came to Maharashtra to live with my parents and moved all around the state with my father, who worked as a superintendent in an ordnance factory.

My family were all entrepreneurs, including my parents and grandparents.

Especially in America, when you move away from home, sometimes you get disconnected with your grandparents, your friends you grew up with.

Growing up in Georgia, it was sort of the last place to jump on the bandwagon of the integrated frontier. I have aunts and uncles and grandparents that experienced the ‘whites only’ and segregated schools.

We all stand on the shoulders of our ancestors. We’re in a relay race, relying on the financial and human capital of our parents and grandparents. Blacks were shackled for the early part of that relay race, and although many of the fetters have come off, whites have developed a huge lead.

I love, love, love my grandparents.

With the ’60s era and Motown, my grandparents actually introduced us to that when I was younger, so I grew up listening to the Jackson Five, Aretha Franklin, The Temptations, The Supremes and Diana Ross’ solo stuff. I just loved it.

My grandparents moved to Texas from the South after the U.S. Civil War and settled on small farms in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area.

I studied jazz at home with my grandparents. They always had jazz dudes at the house, but I didn’t study formally. I just hung around a lot of musicians.

I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, and most of my family lived in our neighborhood or very close by. I had my grandparents down the street, my great-grandmother next door, and my great-aunt and great-uncle one door down.

Those labeled felons may be denied the right to vote, are automatically excluded from juries, and may be legally discriminated against in employment, housing, access to education, public benefits, much like their grandparents or great grandparents may have been discriminated against during the Jim Crow era.

I sort of take cues from my grandparents.

My parents are Irish, my grandparents are Irish, my great-grandparents are Irish. I was born in England; my blood is Irish.

I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada – timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts. I really did have to walk home six miles through the snow, like your grandparents used to complain.

In 1881, my dad’s grandparents, who were Norwegian farmers, immigrated to the United States – the same year my great grandfather from Laguna Pueblo was put on a train to Carlisle Indian School in Pennsylvania.

My kids are from Japan. My kids grandparents are from there, and they never really watched me fight back in the day.

I’m kind of crazy with karma. I really believe that everything you do revisits you, so, I’m really adamant about the kids seeing the grandparents, so like, I can see my grandkids, you know what I mean?

My father was a director, and my mother and grandparents were actors, so I spent a great deal of my time as a teenager trying to get away from the theatre.

My grandparents would never admit to being Tasmanian, but I think it’s really great and funny. But I guess, in the past, Tasmanians just weren’t quite accepted. You had that lazy reference to them being felons.

One curious thing about growing up is that you don’t only move forward in time; you move backwards as well, as pieces of your parents’ and grandparents’ lives come to you.

I grew up in Haughton, Louisiana. I go to my white grandparents’ house, and then I cross the railroad tracks and hang out with my black grandma. We have English teachers on my white side. My grandpa is a principal. And then you go to the other side, and people have been in jail.

I was born in Peebles and my grandparents lived in Colinton so I spent time there.

My grandparents in Istria had a frasca, which is about the most basic kind of grocery/restaurant. They sold wine from their own vineyard. I took control of the vineyard, hired a local winemaker, and bought another winery in 1996. We had our first commercial vintage in 1998.

My grandparents met each other in amateur theatre. My uncle is an actor.

Industrial agriculture freed many people to pursue lives their parents and grandparents could never have. It made America modern.

Barack Obama was elected during my second year of college, and save for his skin color, he had much in common with Bill Clinton: Despite an unstable life with a single mother, aided by two loving grandparents, he had made in his adulthood a family life that seemed to embody my sense of the American ideal.

My mom is from Canada. Both my grandparents were from Canada.

We’ll probably live 20 more years than our grandparents did. The question is, what are you going to do with those extra 20 years?

My mum was born in the former Czechoslovakia, and even though my grandparents weren’t wealthy, they were aristocrats in their time.

I was brought up by great parents and great grandparents who told me, ‘Never, ever think that you’re better than anyone else or that what you do is so important that the world won’t miss you once you’re gone,’ and I kind of translate that into the stardom thing.

I grew up on the south side of Chicago, most of that time on welfare. My mother and sister and I used to live with my grandparents and various cousins. We shared a two-bedroom tenement, and the three of us slept in one of those bedrooms and had a set of bunk beds.

I spent a long time away from my parents when I was younger. I would go hunting and fishing with my uncle, and we would go for weeks at a time. I also spent a lot of time in Texas with my grandparents.

As times change, so do the way each generation see the world. It is rather like the way our generation came to see our grandparents’ views on the Empire and colonies as outdated.

My mom, you know, took off when I was about 6. What ended up happening is I ended up being with my grandparents.

I had family who exposed me to all sorts of different media involving actors – films, theatrical productions touring through Boston. My grandparents, particularly my mother’s parents, were huge fans of all the arts, and they took me to these shows and exhibits at a very young age, so I was just immersed in it.

I write to tell my grandchildren where they come from, and what their grandparents were up to, and I hope they will in their own way continue. I invite anyone else to listen in.

I think my generation has had an unbelievably easy time profiting from the world that was made for us by our parents and grandparents. We are essentially a rather frivolous generation. The Blair government was my generation’s shot at power. It had some good things, but it had some flaws.

My grandparents really wanted me to go to Harvard. They thought that was writing your ticket for the future. How could I turn that down? But my mom knew I needed a balance. She knew that I loved basketball.

I could enjoy the life that I had by virtue of the educational attainment that my grandparents and parents had pursued. Education was always incredibly valued in our family.

I was born in love with music. My mother is a singer. Many of my aunts and uncles on my mother’s side are musical. My grandparents sang and played blues piano. It’s literally in my blood.

I truly did feel that I owed it to my parents, my grandparents, to do whatever it was that I wanted, because if I wasn’t happy, if I wasn’t being true to myself, then I wasn’t living fully. They had given up so much so that I could live at the level that so many people are just automatically born into.

My grandparents got married at a very young age, and a lot of what I think about marriage is based on their relationship.

I would model when they wanted me, and as I got older, they wanted an older model. I was quite willing to be mother of the bride at 28. I was quite happy to be on the cover of a grandparents’ magazine at 42; I have no ego about that.

I grew up in a reform Jewish family in St. Louis. Our idea of Judaism was no bar mitzvahs and a Christmas tree that had a skirt at the bottom embroidered with the names of my grandparents.

I live in southern Appalachia, so I’m surrounded by people who work very hard for barely a living wage. It’s particularly painful that people are working the farms their parents and grandparents worked but aren’t living nearly as well.

What I like most about an aquarium is that all ages, from toddlers to pre-schoolers to retired grandparents, can really enjoy the wonders of the sea.

My grandparents used to pray five times a day, but they were quiet about their own thing. Completely liberal day by day; my grandmother was a social worker and my grandfather was an engineer, but they never talked about religion. My entire life I couldn’t remember one conversation I had with them about religion.

We should be ashamed of ourselves. We inherited the best infrastructure on the globe from our grandparents… and we’ve taken that inheritance and squandered it.

One thing I carried my whole life, especially from my grandparents in Chicago, was a huge idealism for the world.

I’m Cuban. Both my parents are Cuban. My grandparents are, too. Although I have no idea where Fit comes from.

Imagine that everything you are typing is being read by the person you are applying to for your first job. Imagine that it’s all going to be seen by your parents and your grandparents and your grandchildren as well.

My grandparents were all born in the U.S., but their parents came from Ireland.

It is so important that British children are taught about the World Wars that their great grandparents fought in and lived through. It was a terrifying time.

It was sort of just a family sport. My mom and dad were pretty keen golfers when I was young and so were my grandparents, and I just sort of tagged along with them.

I grew up in India during the 1960s and ’70s in a meat-eating Hindu family. Only my mother and my grandparents were vegetarians. The rest of us enjoyed eating – on special occasions – chicken or fish or mutton.

I was fortunate to be raised by loving grandparents.

My grandparents and my mom came from Cuba back in the ’60s because they were fleeing from communism and Castro. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.

There used to be grandparents who would say that if you were misbehaving the Peaky Blinders would get you, they were the bogeymen.

My grandparents had 15 children, my parents had 2 children and I won’t be having any child.

Our grandparents’ generation prefers to watch film on TV rather than going to the theatre because of the simple reason that they are really old. Watching a film for, say, two hours at a stretch is difficult for them.

I was introduced to classical music by my grandparents – my parents were mostly into folk and jazz. Even as a young man, I was literally unaware of the distinctions between any of that, and I still think it’s pointless.

My grandparents bowed to the Americans and sought to learn from them. My parents sought to be them.

Going out in Paris was like going out in the ’30s dressed like the Andrews Sisters. It was everything I’d seen in books at my grandparents’ house, only it was our generation.

I grew up in Willow Grove, Pennsylvania, with my parents and sisters, but my family would drive every weekend to Hammonton, where both my grandparents lived and where my parents were raised.

My father grew up in Brooklyn, N.Y., with my grandparents. In Norwegian my name is pronounced ‘Yoo’ but my father used to call me ‘Joe.’

Rajasthan is a place I visit very often. My grandparents live in the village called Kulhariyon Ka Baas, and I am originally from Rajasthan.

Seven hundred and sixteen billion dollars, funneled out of Medicare by President Obama. An obligation we have to our parents and grandparents is being sacrificed, all to pay for a new entitlement we didn’t even ask for. The greatest threat to Medicare is Obamacare, and we’re going to stop it.

I loved the stories my parents and grandparents would read to me.

My father was from Northern Ireland, and coming from somewhere like that, your faith defines you. That’s something we don’t really understand outside Northern Ireland, but because of my parents and grandparents, I’ve experienced it.

Grandparents who want to be truly helpful will do well to keep their mouths shut and their opinions to themselves until these are requested.

Without my mum, dad and my grandparents it wouldn’t have been possible to get where I am now.

I would leave school every day and walk to my grandparents’ house under the El because everyone worked. I was 6 and walking home alone from school. It was a different city and a different time.

Kids in a home with grandparents are healthier.

Why do we love our grandparents so much? Part of the reason I think has to do with the tremendous natural affection and affinity that kids have for older people, whether they are their actual grandparents or not.

My grandparents came from a typical Marathi family, where they respect the value of rules and regulations.

My parents were still living with my grandparents, on my dad’s side, when I was born, but when I was three, we moved to our own house near Luton airport. It was a typical street where the kids all played outside.

Even as a little girl, my mom never wanted me to watch BET, but when I was at my grandparents’ house, and my older cousins were there and I could watch it, I was infatuated with the idea that I could one day be a DJ or the host of a show.

We were raised in a family that had high aspirations for their children, and those high aspirations tended to be along the lines of service and high-minded beliefs, living up to your responsibilities. Both my Danforth grandparents admired service very much.

I was raised by my grandparents, and they always made sure that I had a pencil and some paper, whether we were in the car or at a restaurant. While they were enjoying a nice meal, I would be sitting there drawing funny pictures of the waitress.

If you’re lucky enough to still have grandparents, visit them, cherish them and celebrate them while you can.

Growing up, I didn’t know about the Japanese internment camps until I saw a movie of the week as an adult. I remember going, ‘How come that wasn’t covered in history class?’ Moving to California, you run into people whose grandparents lost everything and their businesses and were put in these internment camps.

Parents do the best they can. But my parents are better grandparents than they were parents.

When you hear about people in the ’50s getting married at 20, you’re like, ‘What were they thinking?’ My grandparents were together for over 50 years.

I had immigrant grandparents who came to this country and came for religious freedom and loved it, never made any money, Bronx, Brooklyn, but loved America. And they told me every day it’s the greatest country in the world.

I started in Grade 2. I went with my aunt and her boyfriend to an arena, an outdoor rink which was a block away from my grandparents. My grandpa came from Oregon. He had coached his son, my uncle, in hockey, and he was happy to get me involved in it.

I’d experienced the ’40s and ’50s by looking at my grandparents’ old clothes, books, and magazines.

I adored my grandparents and spent every weekend with Mama and Papa Wicks. They had seven children, so they needed a big house – and it seemed only logical to them to build into their house a pipe organ in a music room with a sixteen-foot ceiling.

When I was seven my parents divorced. My father went to Dallas. My mom fled to the shelter of my grandparents in a strange central Ohio town of 22,000, Wooster. When it looked like I was growing up to be a wimp I was forced to live with my father, which I did not want to do.

From a fairly young age, Donald had a really hard time reading social cues. You know, the rules in the house, my grandparents’ house were very different from the rules in school. So, he had a difficult time adjusting to that.

I want to make people of Punjab, my parents, and grandparents proud.

I grew up in a little town between Bath and Bristol with my parents and grandparents in the same house. It was rural and idyllic.

My grandparents were always farmers.

My mother graduated from high school in 1969, and on January 3, 1971, she gave birth to me. She was married later that year, but by the time I was 10, she was a divorced single mother of two young boys. To make ends meet, we moved in with my grandparents, who were also housing two of my mother’s siblings and their kids.

I was watching a black and white television in Cairo, MI., at my grandparents’ house, and I watched Neil Armstrong step on the moon. At that point, it set the bit for me to be an astronaut, and it was kind of like a dream, but it really wasn’t reality.

When I was a kid, I resented my grandparents not speaking the perfect English I wanted to speak.

The baby boomers owe a big debt of gratitude to the parents and grandparents – who we haven’t given enough credit to anyway – for giving us another generation.

To tell you the truth, in the old Jewish shtetls, if your husband died, sometimes they’d have you marry the brother, and my grandparents were actually stepbrother and stepsister.

I guess I can be surprised I’m alive. I’m taking a little better care of myself than when I was a young person. My father died when he was 63. My mother made it to 74. My grandparents, God, they were dropping like flies.

Our old stories happen to be your new stories. The stories that you’re seeing as immigrant stories are your grandparents’ stories, are your great-grandparents’ stories. You just happen to be separated from them a little bit.

Ancestor worship, or filial piety so characteristic of Asian cultures, for example, does not really resonate with Americans who favor children, not grandparents.

There’s a lot of wisdom that my dad and my grandparents and my uncle have been able to impart on me, and what I’ve treasured the most is I’ve seen examples in my life of people embracing their creativity, not feeling insecure about their artistic inclinations.

I know very little about my great grandparents, who came through Ellis Island in the early twentieth century, settled in Baltimore, and spoke only Yiddish.

Both my grandparents were officers in World War Two, and I would be personally offended if somebody distorted their achievements.

We’re a really close family, and that was what my grandparents promoted.

For those that don’t know, my sister was born with Down Syndrome, and she was institutionalized in the very early sixties. Me, being just a small boy and being shuffled around between my mother and grandparents, I never knew her.

My grandparents left the Pale of Settlement at the border of western Russia and Eastern Europe in the early 1900s, fleeing anti-Semitism and hoping to make a better life for their children in America.

As America is growing older, there are more and more families caring for older parents and grandparents, and it’s extremely expensive.

As I got older, my pops tried to keep me involved with the culture by telling me the stories of the conflict between Ethiopia and Eritrea, how he came to America, and about our family back home, because all that side of my family – my aunties, grandparents – is in Africa.

My dad was teaching in Kenya, and my grandparents came to visit me there. They brought me to England, and my dad continued to teach for a bit after, so I just continued to live with my grandparents, because that became home, really.

My parents aren’t crazy conservative. They’re actually pretty open-minded. But my grandparents are, and where I’m from, East Texas, is the Bible Belt.

Even though my grandparents live overseas and are so far away and we talk as much as we can, we don’t see each other that often.

My grandparents were best friends in kindergarten and never loved anyone again.

Our parents and grandparents understood this truth deeply. They believed – as we do – that to create jobs, a modern economy requires modern investments: educating, innovating and rebuilding for our children’s future. Building an economy to last, from the middle class up, not from the billionaires down.

My activism did not spring from my being gay, or, for that matter, from my being black. Rather, it is rooted fundamentally in my Quaker upbringing and the values that were instilled in me by my grandparents who reared me.

I’m half-Chinese and half-Caucasian. My grandparents came here from China. My father was born in New Jersey.

All my friends had grandparents who had accents. I thought all grandparents were supposed to have accents. My friends were all second-generation, as I was.

No, like I said, my dad was never really part of the tennis. His involvement around what I did with the tennis and with my mom and my grandparents was really not a part of my life.

My dad keeps joking about sneaking into my grandparents’ house and switching out their HBO for PBS so they think I’m on ‘Downton Abbey.’

Your grandparents came of age in the Great Depression, when everyday life was about deprivation and sacrifice, when the economic conditions of the time were so grave and so unrelenting it would have been easy enough for the American dream to fade away.

Asian-Americans, we’re not a monolithic group. There might be some Asians who are second-generation, third-generation, who may not speak the language that their parents or their grandparents spoke.

When I was a youngster my grandparents took me sightseeing and we went on the London Eye.

I don’t even have the plaques in my house – the gold and platinum-selling plaques. I gave them to my parents and grandparents. It was never about the numbers, never about the money. It was always about the music. That’s all I care about.

Personally, I’d be really glad to have a national conversation about whether to outlaw most forms of birth control. For once, the kids and their grandparents would find themselves on the same side.

Years after my parents made the United States their home, I had the joy of traveling to the Dominican Republic with my kids. They saw where it all started and how their grandparents’ values survived and thrived in America.

In the fields of southwest Iowa, my parents and grandparents worked and sacrificed. Like so many Iowans, the American Dream for them was never about wealth or fame. Their dream was to leave their children and grandchildren a better life, with greater opportunity, than their own.

The grandchildren should not bear the debts of the grandparents.