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.
