My mother would have been so crazy about my grandchildren. She was a fabulous grandmother, and she would have been absolutely crazed as a great-grandmother. I miss that part of her.
My grandmother was a chef, and she taught me to cook. One day I want a restaurant, a small Italian grill. That’s my aspiration.
Memory is this one attempt to not be erased by time. And I think that ties back to what I learned watching my grandmother lose her memories is, you know, we are all facing erasure eventually.
I developed my taste for coffee at five, staying with my grandmother in Connecticut.
My grandmothers are Irish-American and German-American; my grandfather is from the Caribbean. My father is African-American. My family looked funny. I just started naturally imitating whoever I was talking to. I didn’t want to be a phony, but I felt very authentic in the moment.
When I was growing up, and periodically going to India to visit my grandmother, my classmates would often ask me about the trains. There was an exotic fascination with people sitting on top of the carriages.
My grandmother died from Alzheimer’s, and it was a big shock. For the families left behind, it is not an easy closure. It’s not a gradual fading. The person is losing so much of their humanity as they’re dying. Losing your memories, you lose so much of who you are as a person.
I used to live with my grandmother. I used to wonder why the other kids in school went home with their mothers and fathers. I wanted to be the guy that got married. I wanted to be the guy with the children and the white picket fence. I never had that.
When I was 5 years old, I told my grandmother I was going to play hockey in the Olympics. Fifteen years later, I competed in my first Olympics.
There’s a period in one’s life when beauty is very important. For me, it was high school. But I had a grandmother who kept saying, ‘Handsome is as handsome does.’ That’s always stuck with me.
My parents and my grandmother inspire me every day and, every day, in my work and personal life.
My grandmother was sick and I was told that we could not tell her, and that my cousin was gonna have this wedding as an excuse for us to all go and see her. And I think that I was just so frustrated by the situation.
I was named for my grandmother. It’s an evil-eye name, to protect you from bad things.
My grandmother died in 1991 and I was born in ’86. We only met once, but I didn’t speak English and she didn’t speak Spanish – so we had a communication problem.
My grandmother is really awful sometimes.
I think my lack of ‘Pokemon’ knowledge and complete confusion at the descriptions makes people think I’m adorable, like a lost baby duckling or your grandmother trying to use an iPad.
I was literally the black sheep of the family, and there were definitely moments of discomfort while my grandmother was working through her racism.
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 grew up in Nacogdoches, Texas… raised by my grandmother. We were very poor and had no indoor plumbing. My grandmother was a very religious woman, though, and she gave me a lot of faith and inner strength.
I wish my grandmother and grandfather were still alive, because they were able to keep me grounded.
Probably the first time I left Italy was to travel by train to Lourdes. I went with my mother and my grandmother – who was a very religious person – so it was a pilgrimage of sorts. I remember it as a very intense, but beautiful experience.
Growing up, I didn’t have many comics, but I grew to love these characters through their film and television universes. I’ve been geeking out about these superheroes ever since I could tie a towel around my neck like a cape and jump off my grandmother’s porch.
Each new generation builds on the work of the previous one, gaining new perspective. New verbs are introduced. We Google strange and dangerous places. We tweet mindlessly to the cosmos. We Facebook our own grandmothers. I, for one, don’t want to be left behind.
I come from probably many generations of singers because my grandmother had a really incredible voice and sang in church. And my mother had a gorgeous voice and was always singing around the house.
People remember the different variations of stuffed cabbage based on their mothers and grandmothers. It’s not just about food. Eating something as traditional as this is a cultural experience, one that is spiritual and nostalgic. It manages to transcend time; it’s food for the soul.
We were five kids at home, and my mother and grandmother ensured that we all had a very grounded upbringing in Madras. Even in school, I never used to tell anyone that my dad was an actor.
And I have to tell you as a grandmother, I worry about the fact that my grandchildren are going to be paying for all the spending, including military spending, that has gone on and the tax cuts that have come through.
We actually have a small family. It’s just my father and I and my grandmother, who lives in Tokyo. I cherish my friendships.
My grandmother lived on Elizabeth Street in Little Italy, and she used to go to church every day. She’d go in, light a candle, she’d pray, and as a child, that was comforting to me.
I remember a specific moment, watching my grandmother hang the clothes on the line, and her saying to me, ‘you are going to have to learn to do this,’ and me being in that space of awareness and knowing that my life would not be the same as my grandmother’s life.
My grandmother really inspires me. I lived with her until halfway through middle school, since both my parents worked a lot.
These days, it’s often women in uniform – moms, wives, even grandmothers – who deploy and leave their families behind.
My grandmother was the best. She loved you for you. She loved me for me. She was old-school. They broke the mold with her. They don’t make them like that any more.
As a kid, I always used to make clothes. My grandmother made everything with me – she taught me how to knit.
My mother and my great-aunt told me stories, like how when my grandfather first met my grandmother at a party, he noticed her long legs and was like, ‘Woo woo!’ I like to incorporate those stories into my music. They just seem to fit.
I come from a long line of strong and confident women out of New Orleans. My grandmother and great-grandmother were women who ran their homes and were leaders in their communities. I was never taught that there was anything that I couldn’t do, and I believed that.
My mother’s parents, Bernard and Rivka Levine, were from Russia and also immigrated to New York City. My mother, Rose, was the elder of their two daughters. My maternal grandmother’s family included several scholars and professionals.
My mom started an air-freight company; my grandmother built a golf course. I have a certain degree of entrepreneurial risk-taking in my family history. Maybe that eventually rubbed off on me a little bit.
Before I liked to write, I liked to type. I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter.
My grandmother raised me when I was little. I was born here, and my parents are immigrants; they needed someone to help take care of me because they were working a lot, so my grandmother came from Korea. So I’m very close with my grandmother, and I keep in touch with her a lot.
When I was growing up, my grandmother cooked every day. She is the best chef ever.
Fashion is something that brought me closer to my family as I grew up. It’s something that was deep inside me, in my roots, and I started taking more interest as I grew older because it reminded me of my mother and my grandmother. It’s not something I take lightly, and I’m going to be open about it.
I’m very, very competitive. If my grandmother asks to race me down the street, I’m going to try to beat her. And I’ll probably enjoy it!
I think my grandmother was one of my biggest influences.
My mother, my grandmother, my uncles would play Ethiopian artists like Aster Aweke and Mulatu Astatke all the time in the house.
I’d love to own a bakery at some point. My grandmother could help me run it – she is an amazing baker! I’d also love to do a cookbook.
My grandmother wore a beehive hairdo even when it was out of fashion.
What kind of grandmother am I? I’m a ‘three-dessert’ grandmother. I’m a ‘let’s just skip the bath tonight, honey, watch another video’ grandmother.
I’m like an international girl all day long. But I love the black women in my life: my grandmother, my mom.
My grandmother is a huge part of my life. She’s just a great woman: a woman of the church.
My grandmother raised me for a good portion of my life. She moved to Los Angeles with me to be an actor, so I’ve always had a connection with an older generation.
I’m optimistic, and I have a lot of goals. And I obey the laws of nature: I eat, exercise, and rest properly. But mostly it’s about keeping the mind engaged. My grandmother lived to 104, and she had all of her faculties. I’m physically active and devout – just not as Buddhistic as she was.
My maternal grandmother, Annie Sparks, lived with our family during the while I was growing up. When I came home from school, after having made a detour to the kitchen to pour a glass of milk and fix a thick peanut butter sandwich on easy-to-tear white bread, I would go up to her sitting room.
