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.
