Wouldn’t you say that most of us are a reflection of or a reaction to the people who have been closest to us? I’m a reflection of my grandmother.
My grandmother had a lilac bush at her home in Long Island. I always associate the scent of it with her and try to have lilacs in my home.
The latest page I’ve been working is about the organization of the pantheon of the gods. Who’s indebted to whom, how they are related, who screwed whose uncle or grandmother, all of that.
My grandmother always used to wear this English perfume called Tuberose and then she died and then I dated this girl who wore the same thing. Every time I hung out with her, I could only think of my recently deceased grandmother. So sometimes a signature scent can be good and sometimes it can be bad.
Throughout my life, my mom, my dad, my grandmother – these were people who made sure that I had the right people around me uplifting me.
There were just a lot of things that happened between my mother and I, and I thought it would be easier if I lived with my grandmother.
I was raised by my grandmother on a farm, where we were really poor – we had dirt floors – but so did everybody else.
My mother had abandoned the family, so grandmother raised me. And she was instrumental in that she taught me that the world is a glorious place. She taught me to embrace humanity. And she’d say there’s never an excuse for joy. And to be thankful.
My mom and both of my grandmothers have always been into fashion, so it’s been around us our whole lives.
Both my parents, grandmother and all close relatives who met Diana liked her very much, and my parents and grandmother never objected to our relationship. They were very much happy for us to make a decision ourselves and made it clear they would support it 100 per cent. We both had their blessing.
I grew up in a household where we cooked all the time. My mom cooked all the time; my dad cooked. My grandmothers cooked. I have memories of sitting on the counter and snapping green beans with my grandmother.
I grew up with my little brother, and we were raised by my grandmother. I was an insider for real. I stayed in the house a lot, writing songs or playing video games, watching TV, or chilling with my girlfriend.
I’m a very traditional person. The tattoos are about my grandmother dying and they tell the story about my mother and father, my brothers and my sister, my kids. It’s pretty much a family tree on my arm with my life in football too.
I have quite a good card sense. My grandmother taught me to play bridge, so I had a reasonable sense of the cards and how they work.
I grew up in New York, and I’ve always been surrounded by fashion. My grandmother used to write for ‘Vogue’ in the ’50s, and my mother was a dancer and a model.
My grandmother had this high-tech security system – a rusty nail she used to lock the door.
You should just feel comfortable with food and your own culinary culture, whatever your mother and grandmother know.
There is no way I will survive Mike Pence doing Carpool Karaoke. What song’s he gonna sing? ‘I Deported Your Grandmother?’
At a young age, I learned from my grandmother that I should respect all people. Her lessons were defining moments in my life and determined the type of leader that I would become.
My grandmother used to make the most incredible chicken divan, and my mom has carried out that tradition. It’s my comfort food. It’s amazing how you can almost taste the memories with a dish like that! And the more leftovers, the better.
One of my most sentimental items is my grandmother’s engagement ring that my mom gave me a few years ago. It’s a Victorian-style setting that’s closed in the back, so it doesn’t sparkle the way diamonds do now. I wear it as a pendant.
I lived with my grandmother for a year when I was very young, and even to this day, when I tell my mother events that took place, she can’t believe that I can recall that far.
I was named after my paternal grandmother, my dadi. She died before I was born, which is why my parents named me Amy.
I’ve always talked to people about my grandmother, who is really into technology and has been on Twitter since 2006. It’s unreal how tech-savvy she is.
My own experience with trains dates to long-ago childhood trips with my family in Mississippi to see my grandmother off at the station in Jackson, bound for Memphis.
One of the reasons I love the law is because I was raised in family – my grandfather was a lawyer, but more importantly, my grandmother was his secretary. And she taught me that lawyers were some of the most civil, most courteous – and in those days, most courtly – people that she knew.
I’m really Americanized. The only real Latina thing I do is cook rice and beans with chuletas and tostones. I do the healthier version of what my grandmother would have made: a lot less salt, a lot less fat, a lot more vegetables. Sometimes I serve it with brown rice, which is, like, sacrilegious.
I was so lucky. I grew up with an incredibly strong grandmother, mother and sister. All three, independent, fierce, clever women who were hard workers, had goals and visions for themselves, and were really ambitious. And, they didn’t apologize for those goals.
I was brought up by two women: my mother and my grandmother.
I was in the tent when Bobbi Kristina’s body was lowered into the ground. Watching her grandmother and her aunt, watching these women not cry but wail – you can’t divorce your feelings from some of this stuff.
In my fantasies, I always wanted to play the ingenue, but in reality, in my bones, I am so used to playing the grandmother that I don’t feel safe or even sure that I can do it.
But I want to pay tribute to Anna Lee Woodruff, an extraordinary, selfless woman and beautiful grandmother who in her quiet determined way was a role model for her two daughters, and who left a lasting impression on so many who knew her.
You tell me you want to race down the street, I’m going to try to beat you. My grandmother asks me to race down the street, I’m going to try to beat her. And I’ll probably enjoy it. Competitive to a fault, sometimes.
My grandmother would take me to the cinema quite a lot. She’d take me with her and sometimes she’d sneak my sister in, and then we’d sometimes just sit and watch the movie again.
My grandmother and my father always said I would end up as a missionary. Well, I feel like I am one now.
My grandmother would start making her meat sauce at 7 in the morning on Sunday, and within five or six hours, that smell would be all through the house.
All the academy will tell you that the language that is familiar to you is not appropriate. and that’s not to say that there shouldn’t be a standard, but when I come to school with my friends’ language, my grandmother’s language, the language in my mouth – you’re going to tell me that’s improper?
I come from a family of compulsive collectors, and my first memories are really all about collecting. I remember visiting flea markets with my mother or my grandmother – she goes to local ones around Varese, Italy, every Sunday when she’s at home.
The best music of my life I heard at my grandmother’s church, this little wooden church up on a hill.
My earliest memory of cooking is my grandmother showing me how to make chicken gravy on the big combustion stove in her kitchen. I still use Nana’s gravy recipe.
My grandmother was energetic and fearless – a talented poet and songwriter. She was also interested in chemistry and history and medicine, taking care of the people in her hacienda in Mexico, delivering babies. She could have become anything, but this was the 1930s, and she was forced into an arranged marriage.
My grandmother spent a lot of time with us when we were growing up. She did the school runs and fed us when my mum was busy. To be with her was to really be at home.
I get migraines. I’ve had them all my life; so has my dad. So did his grandmother, although back then they called them ‘sick headaches.’
I spent the first three years of my life with my parents, grandmother and two aunties in a tiny council house in Glasgow.
My grandmother and I would go see movies, and we’d come back to the apartment – we had a one-room apartment in Hollywood – and I would kind of lock myself in this little dressing room area with a cracked mirror on the door and act out what I had just seen.
Well, you know, my grandmother actually grew up, you know, her whole family, my mom’s family outside of Parkersburg, West Virginia.
In truth, I am a single mother. But I don’t feel alone at all in parenting my daughter. Krishna has a whole other side of her family who loves her, too. And so Krishna is parented by me, but also by her grandmother and aunts and cousins and uncles and friends.
When I left my grandmother’s home in 1986 headed to Savannah State with two brown grocery bags filled with my belongings, nothing was going to keep me from realizing my dreams.
My grandmother will watch any episode of a show I’m on, but she watches her soap operas every day. When I was on ‘The Bold and the Beautiful,’ you would have thought I had won an Oscar. She told everybody at church that I was on her favorite soap.
I remember my grandmother drying wild coffee berries in the sun, then hulling and roasting them for her own cup of coffee each morning.
My grandmother was a psychiatrist and had shelves full of medical books – I was constantly sneaking looks at some of those. I was fascinated by the descriptions of illnesses and diseases.
