Visitng grandparents/family (texasyankee)

My grandparents lived on farms in Croatia.. no running water, telephone, t.v.. just some radio with a large, stone fireplace for making bread/preparing food/and keeping the one room home heated.. I loved it and what time we did spend together was meaningful.. weaving small grass chairs and tables while watching the cattle, taking the animals to the creek to be watered.. not so nice when 7 years later I had other things on my mind and realised that I had to wash my jeans in a creek with a board and harsh soap.. and like, you know, like.. there's like no dryer to like shrink my jordache, grandma.. like, man.

I always enjoyed going to see my grandparents and aunts and uncles, but I also knew that while I would enjoy it for the first couple hours or so, that I would be bored out of my mind by mid-afternoon.

My maternal grandmother lived with us for most of my childhood (my maternal grandfather died before I was born). My memories of her are good, although she was forever trying to induce me to read the religious pamphlets she seemed to have in abundance (without success), and once washed my mouth out with soap when she heard me swearing; still, when my parents sometimes went out for the evening, she would let me stay up late to watch horror movies that my parents wouldn't have. My paternal grandparents lived in South Jersey and were nice enough people, although I never really felt like I knew them that well, and my grandfather always seemed like a bit of a forbidding figure to me. I liked their house and yard, although my grandfather's basement was extremely, dankly dark, and always frightened me, although I wasn't normally a squeamish kid. As an adult, I was contacted by my birth mother (I'm adopted), and was able to meet a lot of my genetic relatives who are still alive. My genetic mate... Read more

No doubt this would rank up at the very top for me as a special memory from my childhood. i was fortunate to have known all my grandparents. And on my fathers side me and my brother are the only 2 grandkids. so they spoiled us during the summers when we visited them in rural Kansas.. my mothers family lived in the UK,and about half the time my father was able to get orders for a base near where they lived.In which case we spent all the summers at our paternal grandparents.They did teach us how to workaroundthe house,they had a Garden,I leaned how to cut Okcra,shuck corn,snap beans,shell peas.I hated it at the time,but looking back now i would give anything to be able to go back just one day.I miss them so much.my grandmother in England is still alive,but really getting up there in age.When we lived in the states I liked going to england for family reunions,where I would see all my cousins I barely knew,I remember every year being so painfully shy,that by the time I worked up enough ner... Read more

I lost 3 of my Grandparents fairly young but both lived across an alley from each other so when we made the 3 hr trip we got it all, including aunts, uncles, and cousins. Once I was older and only had one grandmother left I would sometimes drive down to see her for the weekend. It was quite nice.

I always felt like doing something away from home was more fun than doing it at home. I loved having the opportunity to visit family, and also loved it when they visited us. Family is still the most important thing in my life, and I'm sure that reaches back to my foundations as a kid.

My dad's parents were the coolest set of grandparents a kid could ever have!  I actually had to walk to their house after school since they lived a lot closer to the school I went to.If I did all my work in school, I was rewarded with a bowl of ice cream as an afternoon snack!  Unfortunately, the ice cream kinda stuck to my hips :(

Something that I really missed as a child. When I was born two out of four grandparents were gone, my maternal grandma lived very far away and I barely visited her, my paternal grandfather was the only one near by but he wasn't interested much in bonding with us. Sad but true.

I didn't have to visit. I lived with my grandparents for most of my life.

It was fun. It became a little less often when my parents and I moved from Oklahoma to Arizona, but that made it more special when I did visit them.

It was more serious than going to church. I learned that I had to be on my best behavior. It meant that we were going to have a terrific dinner, good conversation, and a great time watching the game. It was a great experience in dealing with adults and raised expectations of behavior. I have nothing but great memories of 'going to grandma's house' - it was like a holiday once every 7-8 weeks. . .

My maternal grandmother died in 1986 and I still miss her. We used to spend quite abit of time at her house. My great grandparents lived there with her. She was a fantastic cook, in fact she owned two restaurants, so there was always lots of good food at her house. Her home was always packed, my grandmother always had a strange assortment of people that lived with her at different times so it was always intersting. It was agood place to connect with my cousins and just have a great time. My grandmother used to love to cook for me more than anyone else in the family, and she continued doing that even as I got older, she would just sit across from me and watch me eat, and give me a big helping of seconds before I asked for it. I know that I inherited my love of food and cooking from her. I miss those great times.

I used to love visiting grandparents, especially if all my cousins and aunts and uncles were there, like on Christmas and Thanksgiving. My grandma always let me help her cook or bake and my cousins were always a lot of fun to hang out with. I miss those days. Now everyone is going through divorces and stuff and it's just not quite as pleasant as I remember it was, as a kid.