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My Grandma on my moms side and my grandaddy on my dads side are still alive. My grandmother on my dads side and my grandpa on my moms side both passed away in 1999. Im still pretty clsoe with my grandma. Shes originally from north dakota and tougher than i'll ever be. my grandaddy is from bristol tn/va and likes to watch football and sports on tv.Im pretty close to em both. i most resemble my late grandpa though with my memory skills but i think my AS coulda come from my grandmothers side of the family in the VA moutains. My brother i think he has AS as well so I reckon it comes from somewhere. we all got good memory skills.

Bump! How are your grandparents now?

I have never met my Father's parents.
I have never met my Grandpa (from Mom's side), because he died about 40 years ago. I know he was a soldier. I'd like to ask him about that Freie Stadt Danzig (I write that, because formally FSD still exists, it's so funny).
I have met my Grandma, but not so many years, she died when I was child. She was stenotypist/typewriter. She was very strict and kept really strong regime at home. She controlled herself all the time. And not only herself. She cared about fashion, her clothes had to be the prettiest, the cleanest and the best. She corrected her pronunciation to pure-Polish and cared about pure-speaking. She cared about people say (OCD-ultra-NT?), very strictly. Later she had Alzheimer's and she said everything what she didn't consciously. Hardcore woman! I'd like to meet her in her healthy years... and ask about FSD Maybe she'd tell me nothing.
I have her dark-red hair and hazel eyes, generally I'm somewhat alike her. Most people in my family are blue-eyed blondies, so it's nice to look more unique

None of my blood grandparents are alive, any more.

All of my grandparents have died. If I had a scanner, I would put up their pictures... I like genealogy and family history and have some old pictures including one of my great, great great grandmother.

My mother's parents.. my grandmother died when I was in 2nd grade from lung related issues. Had she been diagnosed, she would have been called bipolar. She was an odd and explosive woman with a harsh face and incredible aim when she threw things at you. She was heavy set, had salt and pepper hair and eyes that looked black to me. My grandfather was the opposite in personality and I heard him speak maybe three times in my life. He died in my living room when I was thirteen. He was a tall, thin man who made fun of his hair loss by writing 'the last mohican' on the backs of all of his photographs. I used to sit by him in silence during family holidays. He was the only one on that side who did not scare me.

My father's parents.. my grandmother died back in 2000 (?). She was a small, talkative, active, musically inclined woman who was very kind. She had bright red hair, blue eyes and freckles like mad. She had a nature bent to her and encouraged people to use natural remedies and looked down on modern medicine and such. My grandfather was tall and silent and he hoarded chocolate. He was a sturdy man... a farmer type who looked like he could pick up a house. He used to scare me when he came up towards the house on his tractor... it made me think of a man riding a giant monster/devil coming to snatch me up. I would scream and yell and flip right out. He was nice though, just a bit intimidating to me on that tractor. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He did not go gray too much, if I recall correctly... he had tons of hair as well. He used to inspect my houses to make sure they were wired properly. He was the last of my grandparents to die. He passed away maybe five years ago. I am not sure.

I was not close with my grandparents. I was afraid of my mother's mother, my grandfather's did not usually speak, and my other grandmother was a kind woman but I never got out to see her much. She would call me sometimes to talk and I would listen. I was, however, somewhat close to my great grandmother (father's mother's mother) as she was my piano teacher when I was young. She behaved like an adult and was nice to me and taught me lovely songs and fed me bread and honey. Of all of my grandparents, she was the one I felt closest to as I saw her with the most frequency. She died when I was in second grade as well. I remember going to a lot of funerals that year... But she was a short, heavy set woman with a round face and big glasses on a string with beads. She had white hair and her house smelled like that 'old woman' smell... somewhere between moth balls and rose perfume. I remember her house with greater detail than I remember her... but I recall her with much fondness.

Dead!

/Thread kill.

No, really, in November of 2008 (grandmother, kidney failure) and September of 2009 (grandfather, probably a heart attack, but not for sure; he had one a week after my grandmother's funeral that nearly killed him and left him with irrepairable damage).

My grandparents speak other language that I can't comprehend. They simply enjoy looking to various cultures without questioning the unique behavior the culture displays.

All four of my grandparents and my great-grandma are still kicking, believe it or not.

My grandparents on my mom's side used to live in Florida, then they decided to move in with us in Memphis (much to my mom's dismay) and then moved out to Oakland in the next county over. This was about two years before we moved to Wyoming and left them behind (again). They're very nice, Grandma is a retired respiratory therapist (she would give me advice on how to best deal with my asthma) and Grandpa drives cargo trucks and is also an avid weapons enthusiast (he has tons of different guns and knives, he even has a real ornamental katana).

My grandparents on my Dad's side live in Maine, and they are also pretty cool. Grandma drives a school bus for the local district. Grandpa is a WWII veteran who served in the Pacific as a machine-gunner, he actually recently wrote a memoir about his service days, which was published in the town paper. (Kind of ironic that he fought in the Pacific, seeing as his daughter-in-law (my aunt Yuriko) is native Japanese. But I guess the past is the past.)

My great-grandma lives in Missouri and is actually quite healthy for being over 80 years old. She used to have us over at her house every Christmas (sadly we won't be doing that as often since we live in Wyoming now), and she is always the nicest person to be around, and a damn good cook too. My great-grandpa (her husband) was also a military veteran - he died about six years ago after struggling with Alzheimer's, diabetes, and some other health issues (I remember giving an impromptu speech at his funeral, in which I expressed my desire to have known him better - I learned more about him after he died than I ever did when he was alive.)

Only one of my grandparents, my maternal grandmother, is still alive today. She turned 82 a couple weeks ago.

Both my grandfathers died before I was born, but I did have a step-grandfather, whom I was not close to at all. He was a big grump. He passed away early in 2008. My paternal grandmother passed away in 2007, and I really miss her.

My maternal grandmother is kind of fascinating. She grew up on a farm in Oklahoma with her parents and five or six siblings during the, you guessed it, Dust Bowl. She said she and her family would have to cover themselves with bed sheets at night to keep the dust from getting in their faces; and when they woke up in the morning, the house would be covered in dust.

I would also like to mention my maternal great-grandfather, who was an enigma. He was orphaned as a child and was ethnically ambiguous; he didn't know whether he was Jewish or Mexican. That means that I have Jewish or Mexican blood in me.

All of my grandparents and great grandparents, are looking down on me, right now.

interesting thread.

my father's parents were alive when i was like 10ish. they lived in the country and i always loved visiting them. they both had leprosy earlier in their life and i was always fascinated by their funny shaped hands. my grandfather was actually a photographer and had his own darkroom. i wish he was alive now so he could give me some advice. i can still remember my grandma greeting us on the steps of their house, smiling, waving.
good memories.

my mother's father died when i was...10ish. i remember that he crawled around his house because...i don't even know. that confused me greatly. i remember him being grumpy.
my grandma is in a nursing home that's a minute away from my house. she thinks i'm my mother/her daughter. apparently i look like my mother when i was younger. she also thinks my brother is her son/my uncle.

I still have all my grandparents, plus one great grandmother (my paternal grandpa's mum).

I see my dad's parents (grandpa being 78, grandma being 71) at least once a week, every Tuesday. My grandma cannot clean her home yet, due to a knee surgery some months ago. But she's getting there. Until then I don't mind doing it for her. (: It's nice to spend some time with them.

My maternal grandparents (granddad being 68, I believe, my granny being 65 - I don't remember their exact ages! Not good!) I don't see quite as often, though I do love them very much.
Granny had leukaemia a few years back, and her immune system is still quite low, which means we're not allowed to go near any of my relatives on her side, if we have as much as a harmless cold. ):
There are a lot of quaint characters amongst my maternal family. My granddad used to be a communist before the Berlin Wall, he became very Christian after that and he's now a liberal (right wing in Denmark). The red books however, are still lying in his drawers.

My great grandma is 96, her head's still very clear though she's blind as a bat. She's never been married, never engaged, had two sons (one died some years back), lived on her own, earned her own money and she's definitely one of my role models. She's gained some weight this past year, which is good. Old folks are not supposed to be skinny! They need some disposable weight, when they fall ill.
Besides: chubby grands are lovely to hug. :}

Maternal: Alive.
Paternal: Dead.

They are all still alive apart from my grandpa from my mum's family.
I only met my family from my mums side.