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A couple of things have recently had me thinking about my grandparents.

So here's some general questions:

How many of your grandparents are still living?

What do/did you call your grandparents?

How well do/did you get along with them?


All of mine are deceased. (One of the reasons I'm thinking about the subject is my maternal grandmother, the last of them, died 10 years ago this month and my birth paternal grandmother passed away just about a year ago).

On my paternal side it was Grandfather Harry and Nana.
On my paternal side it's complicated. My father was adopted. I grew up with "Granny and Gran'pa" (never grandpa). I only met my fathers birth mother once - but I called her Grandma Mil.

I never knew my Grandfather Harry (hence the more formal title).

My Nana was a tough old southern Mississippi belle, wife of a WWII army captain, and a widow at a relatively early age (but after the war), who taught special ed for a living.

My Gran'pa was a pure Texas good ole' boy Scot-Irish redneck, and I loved him every minute for it, in spite of what I didn't like.

My Granny suffered from Parkinsons for as long as I remember, and dementia to top it off. :(

Grandma Mil I met for about a week 1 1/2 years ago. Salt of the earth and a great old lady.

All of mine are still alive, and around the age of 80. My mum's parents are grandma and grandpa, while my dad's are gran and grandad. I don't see my dad's parents as often as I'd like to :(. I get on with them all fairly well.

My mum's mum was an England international (hockey), my grandpa suffered from polio just after WWII and still has quite bad health problems. He smoked 20 a day for 50 years as well, but he doesn't seem to suffer from anything related to that.

Don't know too much about my dad's mum. I think she stayed at home and looked after the family. She's quite religious. My grandad was in the army, and now spends most evenings at the pub playing dominoes. What a life.

all but one of my grandparents are dead. i call my paternal grandmother who's still alive grandma or g'ma (pronounced 'geema') if i'm being silly or abbreviating for whatever reason, and i love her to bits, except that she reads the telegraph and watches itv news, but despite her newssources she still manages to vote green so that makes me love her all the more. i never knew my paternal grandfather but he's refered to as granddad collier. my maternal grandparents were granny and grandpa. they died when i was fairly young. i was a little scared of granny cuz she was ridiculously rinkled and smelled funny. she was a hyperchondriac bedridden since her thirties. my grandpa was great and really stoic - sat through several heart attacks without even mentioning it. used to give me the comics out of his newspapers and looked after granny til she died at 79. he lived to 84.

Edit: noticing that people are telling more about their grandparents so here goes:

grandpa was a mining engineer, worked in ghana on gold mines. moved back to jersey when my mum was 5 and not sure what he did then. granny was unemployed seeing as how she was voluntarily bed-ridden for most of her life. she got typhoid in her twenties and fully recovered but i think she was convinced she was still ill, or just liked being waited on hand and foot, bit of a minor aristocrat so that might explain it. grandma was a housewife, mother and general community odd-job woman. she did meals on wheels up until recently and shes in her mid eighties now and is still very active - does 'rambling' frequently even after a triple bypass and she takes some of her older friends on holiday sometimes. she worked in a munitions factory during ww2 and also worked as a fruit picker for several years. grandad worked as practically every kind of engineer you could think of. was involved with building tanks in ww2 also worked for bp as a chemical engineer and loads of other stuff besides.

I have one grandparent alive, my Dad's mum, who I call Granny. She's 84, 85 in September. She was really cool. Worked in the secret codes part of the Royal Navy during WW2, transporting code books, decoding, working out codes etc...she has some absolutely amazing stories.

Her husband died in 1998 of liver failure resulting from an infection (nothing to do with drink, he never touched the stuff) when he was about 73.


My Mum's mum died in 1990 (I think) of cancer, and her dad (who has his own Wiki page (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professor_John_Dundee). I have no idea who wrote it) died in 1991 after a heart attack. She was a nurse, he was a Professor/Doctor/medical researcher person.

I remember all of them well except for my Mum's mum, and even then I have a few memories of her.

One side is sadly deceased; I couldn't have asked for a better pair, honestly, they were great, and spoilt me as a kid. Granddad was a WW2 vet, he fought in New Guinea.

The other side is still living - pushing on 80; but the relationship with them is a bit different - it's a bit difficult, because my nan has (relatively benign) schizophrenia, and there is a bit of a language barrier with my granddad. He was a displaced person after WW2, the Nazi's took him from his home country (Lithuania) and used him as forced labour. He was in Dresden when it was bombed, but luckily managed to take cover. I do get along with them, it's just a little difficult sometimes.

I called both lots "Nanna and Grandpa", but that sounds a bit childish now. :p

My Mum's mum died in 1990 (I think) of cancer, and her dad (who has his own Wiki page (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professor_John_Dundee). I have no idea who wrote it) died in 1991 after a heart attack. She was a nurse, he was a Professor/Doctor/medical researcher person.
Wow. You could play Scrabble with the letters after his name...

My dad's dad is Grandad and he is 85 next month, and he's great.

My mum's parents were Grandma and Grandad - before they completely disowned their entire family - and are 67 and 70 respectively. I hate them both for reasons I can not and do not want to go into here. They are evil bastards and if I never see them again it will be too soon.

Granddad was a WW2 vet, he fought in New Guinea.

My Grandfather Harry served there in the air defense artillery.

Wow. You could play Scrabble with the letters after his name...

Yeah, aside from the obvious (OBE, MD, PHD) I have no idea what any of them mean.

My Grandfather Harry served there in the air defense artillery.

Did he have any stories about the thieving Aussies? Because I heard a few about midnight raids on American supplies. :p

All but one of my grandparents (my moms stepmom) have passed on.

My dads parents (they raised me for half of my childhood) just recently passed.

Yeah, aside from the obvious (OBE, MD, PHD) I have no idea what any of them mean.
It says in the article:
FFRACS: Fellow of the Faculty of the Royal Anaesthetists College of Surgeons
FFRACSI: Fellow of the Faculty of the Royal Anaesthetists College of Surgeons in Ireland
ATCL: I assume it must be something ending in Trinity College London.

It says in the article:
FFRACS: Fellow of the Faculty of the Royal Anaesthetists College of Surgeons
FFRACSI: Fellow of the Faculty of the Royal Anaesthetists College of Surgeons in Ireland
ATCL: I assume it must be something ending in Trinity College London.

The ever wonderful Google says that ATCL means "Associate of Trinity College London"

The ever wonderful Google says that ATCL means "Associate of Trinity College London"
Well, there you go. I provide an invaluable public service.

Well, there you go. I provide an invaluable public service.

And if you have a million or two lying around you could get a knighthood in recognition!

Maternal: Grandma and Grandpa (Stay-at-home Mother and WWII Vet/Bricklayer, respectively)
Paternal: Nanna and Grandpie (Teacher and Farmer, respectively)

All four living, in their eighties.

The only great-grandparent I remember was Grandpie-in-the-hat (Known for his headwear), my paternal grandmother's father. He died at the age of 91.

My great-great-great-great grandfather, [One could also say the grandfather of my grandfather's grandfather] on my mother's paternal line, immigrated from Ireland to Canada long ago. On my father's paternal line I think the family has been here for five generations [If memory serves me it was my grandfather's grandfather who came from Scotland].

And if you have a million or two lying around you could get a knighthood in recognition!
Nah, I'd just reject it, then change my name to Sir Pumbly Wumbly.

Obviously, not actually Sir Pumbly Wumbly, I'm just using that as a cunning pseudonym.

Well,only my paternal grandmother is still alive,though she is rather frail nowadays.Afraid we'll lose her at any moment.It's what you get for giving birth to 10 kids,I suppose.

My paternal grandfather was a refugee from the Xinjiang/Ughuristan province in China.He is not Chinese.He made sure to ingrain how much he hated China for occupying his homeland and refused to eat in Chinese resteraunts,though at the end of his life,he would go to one and only be slightly uncomfortable.He was a tough,stoic spartan of a man,who worked from nothing to a relatively comfortable lifestyle.I didn't know much about him,because I met him when I was very young and therefore don't remember much.However,he was healthy up until he was 90,where he suddenly declined into Alzehmeir's...It was really sad.

My Maternal grandfather was part of a Sindi merchant family.Supposedly,I resemble him a lot,in terms of personality and my musical talents.I wouldn't know.He died before I was born.

My maternal grandmother was the sweetest and kindest woman you could ever know.She was Uzbek,though she was a second generation refugee.She was your typical grandmother,spoling you and letting you get away with almost anything.She died rather unexpectedly.She was a diabetic and was recovering from a surgery rather well,when suddenly she died in the middle of the night.We felt horrible,because no one was with her when she died.I still feel a bit guilty,though I was only 8 at the time.

All dead. My father's father I never knew at all, regrettably; he died when I was six weeks old. His wife died when I was eight; I called her 'Granny'. I don't remember her especially well, and she was ill for a lot of the time I knew her, but I remember liking her.

My mother's mother died when I was five - she was 'Granny' also. I remember being more indifferent to her than to my other grandmother, and I also liked her considerably less than I liked her husband, my mother's father, known to me as 'Grandpa'. He died when I was 15 - seven years ago - which pretty awful, as he and I were very close. He was one of the few members of my extended family that was interesting and intelligent.

The sadness of his death was compounded by the fact that it should never have happened (at least, not when it did); he took septicemia following an infection directly resulting from a routine operation. I'm still bitter towards my family for not at least taking legal advice on the issue.

Did he have any stories about the thieving Aussies? Because I heard a few about midnight raids on American supplies. :p

Well, he died before I was born, so I missed all the good stories...
I did read his letters, but that was probably censored out... :p

Oh. :confused:

When I read the title of the thread I thought you were selling them. :)

Nevermind.

By now, only my maternal grandmother is alive.

I called them by their names, just like I do with my parents since as long as I can remember.

I rarely see the one that's left, but when I do, I basically get along with her, and that's about it. The other grandmother I talked to pretty often, and I knew her the best. In fact, better than I most others I know or have known. She was in a quite bad physical condition for the last years, but unlike my grandfather that she lived with until he died, remained clear in the head. As for the other (maternal) grandfather, I didn't know him too much, but got along with him when I occasionally met him.

I get along fairly well with my grandparents.
On my mom's side:
My grandfather died in Argentina of natural causes before I was born but I knew my grandmother very well. She spoiled me mercilessly and taught me what little Spanish I knew. She also kept me in touch with my Jewish side in some small way, since my mom turned her back on the faith long ago.

She died when I was 11 or 12. I remember I didn't cry until they actually lowered her casket.

As for my grandparents on my dad's side, my grandfather is a gun nut, a WWII veteran who served in Europe, and he has more weapons than the provisional IRA. Between his gun hobby, his career as a soldier (and later in forestry), his hearing is almost totally gone.

My grandmother is a chain-smoking bowler/bingo freak who makes the most frighteningly good Swedish pancakes I've ever eaten. She was a career housewife and a mover-and-shaker in her county's Democratic party.

One still living, call her "gram", she owns a bar, I love her :D

Other grandmother died in November, called her "nana", she was cool. Felt bad for her because she was starting to.. show her age.

Grandfather, nana's hubby, called him "pop pop", had parkensons or something, never really knew him, eventhough he was alive till I was 10. He was a judge, how cool :D :D

Never met my gandfather on mom's side, died before I was born.

My paternal grandparents are dead. My maternal grandparents are alive.

My paternal grandfather died before I was born and my grandmother in '98. Cried for ages about that; found myself wanting to look into her coffin. (I hope that's normal).

I love my maternal grandfather dearly, but he's not in great health. And my maternal grandmother, who tried endlessly to distance herself from my brother and me, has now started sending us birthday cards. (no presents though :mad:)

Three of my grandparents are still alive; my paternal grandfather died ten years ago or so.

My paternal grandmother is just "grandma". She's fantastic, and we get along great. She's one of those people that just won't quit and is still quite active - she does water aerobics, line dancing, volunteers at her local hospital and volunteers at Weight Watchers.

I've only met my maternal grandparents once, when I was about a year old. I really don't know them at all, so I can't really say if I get along with them or not. I don't even know what I'd call them if I were to see them; most likely it would be grandma and grandpa, but who knows.

My paternal grandparents died before I was born. My grandfather was a bomber in WWII, was shot down, made a prisoner of war and decided to stay here in England. Yup, he fought on the German side. I know nothing about my grandmother except she had 18 children, my father being in the middle somewhere.

My maternal grandad died last year, but no-one has told me when. He was an artist, and I got on ok with him. He had a lot of heart problems, but I don't know what caused his death. My maternal grandma/nanna/grandmother (names from young to now) is still alive. I don't get on with her, and she refused to see my daughter after she was born. She was a teacher.

Paternal: My grandfather is alive, although I'm not too sure of his age. His wife died in the summer of '02 and that was the first time I met any of them. I received a Red Cross message (I was in the Army) stating my grandmother had died and they wanted me at the funeral. I had to pretend that they were instrumental in raising me for my unit to allow me to go.

Maternal: Both are alive. They're in their late 60's or early 70's. My great grandparents on my grandfathers side both died in the late 90's. My great grandmother on my grandmothers side died in '94 and her husband died a year ago at the age of 91.

My family has historically had children much younger than most, it seems. Or maybe everyone with older grandparents are just older than my meager 23 years.

My paternal grandmother is still living -and she's the only blood-related grandparent I have left. Of course, her mother is still alive, so I also have a great-grandparent still around. =)

I called my maternal grandparents "Grandma (although I pronounce it more Gramma) and Grandpa Bob"
I called/call my paternal grandparents "Grandma and Grandpa."

Haven't figured out what to call my step-grandad yet. Nothing unusual about that, though, I haven't figured out what to call my future mother-in-law either - I just kind of avoid actually addressing her.

None of my grandparents are alive still. Then again, my parents weren't terribly young when I was born, so, their parents were a little on in their years.

Though, I do have my Nona (godmother), who is like a grandparent to me. She's so sweet.

My maternal grandparents are my Yaya and my Papu; Yaya is my grandmother and Papu is my grandfather.

I never met my Papu, since he died in 1978, five years before I was born. He was an immigrant who married my Yaya, who was at least 15 years younger than he was. My Yaya was a great woman. She was pretty smart; she could speak three languages. So, sometimes it was a pain in the butt when we had family over because she would switch between English and French and throw in a little Greek if her brothers and sisters were over for after-dinner dessert.

My Yaya died when I was about 16 years old. I had a chance to get to know her well. It was fun visiting her house, though, my Yaya would often tell me amd my cousin, "don't make so much noise. The man down stairs will complain."

Later I find out from my mother than my Yaya would have my Aunt Bertha or Aunt Stella come over and then she would tell us that the man came to the door. That always worked when we were kids.

My paternal grandparents are my Granny and my Granddad.

My Granddad died when I was young (about four years old) from cancer; he was a heavy smoker and drinker, though from what my dad tells me, he thinks I would've got along great with my Granddad. He wasn't religious, but, he had married in a Catholic church because my Granny was a very pious woman, who lived by the rules of the church, without preaching.

My Granny was one of those women who never died her hair and aged gracefully. She didn't wear skirts all the time. She wore nice blouses and pressed pants. I always remember her being dressed well and looking very clean. Her apartment after granddad died was very perfect. It also looked like it belonged to a little old lady.

On my mom's side, there's my Papa (who I never met, as he passed away before I was born), and my Nana. I was very close with my Nana - in fact, she lived with my family from the time I was three until last year. She's still alive, but she's in a home, now.

Unfortunately, my Nana has schitzophrenia, and in recent years, not only did she go downhill physically (she had trouble walking, broke her hip, broke her wrist), she also had trouble mentally. She stopped recognising us, thought there were people watching her... the like. It was so hard, because she used to walk with us to the grocery store every Saturday, and walk to lunch with us ever Sunday... all kinds of stuff. She also has... oh, shoot. Not Alzheimers, it's starts with a "d"... Dementia, that's it.

On my dad's side, my Gramma and Grampa... both of whom, once again, very close with. My Gramma has dementia, too, which is really starting to affect her, but not to the degree that my Nana shows it. I don't know what any of them did during the war, by my Gramma was a flight hostess and flew all over the world in her youth - Japan, India, Europe. My Grampa's obsessed with wars, WWII especially, but I don't think he actually fought or anything... it's sad that I don't know, isn't it? I love all of my grandparents, though.

I have one living grandparent.

I call her Doris.

How many of your grandparents are still living?

Three. My Daddy's father died seven years ago after a long battle with Alzheimer's and Parkinson's.

What do/did you call your grandparents?

On Daddy's side, they're Grandma and Grandpa. On Mama's side, they're Meme and Pa.

How well do/did you get along with them?

I couldn't get along any better with Grandma and Pa. Meme is awesome most of the time and she claims that I'm her favourite, but she sometimes has these weird spaz moments where she becomes the bane of my existance and makes my life a living hell. I didn't know Grandpa very well because by the time I was old enough to really know him, he was already sick (I was eleven when he got sick and that side of the family lives in California whereas I live in Tennessee, so the visits aren't very often).


Edit: And I see that others are putting down their grandparents' occupations. Meme was an accountant and Pa was the advertising editor for the Nashville Banner and The Tennessean for many years. Grandma was a housewife but used to be a secretary, and now the Los Angeles Times calls her a "philanthropist." Grandpa was an engineer and created the rocket parts company Airdrome Parts, Inc., which he sold back in the 1980s.

All alive

Get along well...

Refer to them as Grandma and Grandpa
Call them:
Mommom - Both
poppop - mother's side
pop - dads side

A couple of things have recently had me thinking about my grandparents.

So here's some general questions:

How many of your grandparents are still living?

What do/did you call your grandparents?

How well do/did you get along with them?



I've got too grandparents yet living, my Nana and Poppa. I usually get along with them well, except when Nana is drunk and Poppa's being racist. Usually I see them for only a few weeks a year, which is actually pretty good, since it doesn't give me enough time to really get annoyed with them.

My mother's parents are still living. My father's parents are dead.

Maternal grandparents: Granny and Grandpa. I love them both to death. Granny is amazingly nosy (she asked me once if I was a virgin), but fun to hang out/go shopping with. She's just under 5' tall, platinum blonde, doesn't look her age and is amazingly proud of it. Grandpa loves to talk about World War II, the stock market, airplanes, or cars. He's our family fix-it man, and he's great to talk to.

Paternal grandparents: Grandma and Granddaddy. I never knew my Granddaddy. He died before my parents even met, of lung cancer from smoking. Grandma was the single most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. She lived until three days before her 93rd birthday. She wasn't doing so well physically in her last years (she was in a home), but mentally she always had a perfect memory. She was always happy, singing little songs and doing little dances (even in her wheelchair), and she was kind to everyone- even the bastard of a landlord my father had to take to court because of how he treated Grandma.

So here's some general questions:

How many of your grandparents are still living?

3

What do/did you call your grandparents?

Grandma and Grandpa and Grandma and Papa

How well do/did you get along with them?

Pretty well

Well, I have some weird grandparents (sort-of weird, I guess is a better term)

- Mothers Family

Grandfather: Since he was in Germany (my mother was (she's now an American citizen) German), he fought in World War II on the German side - Poland, Russia and all that, then wounded, sent back to Germany, where he married my grandmother, got sent off to fight the allies (the day after their wedding was D-day - how's that for timing?), where he got shot, then taken prisoner. He lived to be a good eighty, then died of cancer (how's that for irony? Getting shot twice doesn't kill him, but his cigarettes...)

Grandmother: Lives in Germany, sends lots of chocolates. When we visit (she's old and can't fly anymore), she's so nice... what I remember most about her, is when I was playing with my little toy soldiers, she saw that, and said to me, Krieg ist neicht gutt (sorry if I butchered the German), which means "War isn't good" (basically) - she lived through the second world war, and so can't stand even to watch the news when they're talking about the war in Iraq... wonderful woman, made me put away my toy soldiers, and I'm glad she did - if she hadn't, I might be in Iraq, not school... (just a joke of course, I'd still be in school!) Still alive - although she's got a lot of health problems...

Fathers Side:

Grandfather: Worked as a pharmicist for Walgreens, designed the "Eightinall" vitamin (part of a team, actually). Fought in World War Two for the Americans, in the "air core"- he bombed my mothers home town! Sort of makes you consider the "futility of war", eh? Even if you kill the enemy, he might be a basically decent guy, like the ones who live in my grandmothers neighborhood... Died at eighty something from a heart-attack while playing golf. (Must've been a close game...)

(Needless to say, Hitler needed to be stopped and all - if only the war hadn't been needed to do so.)

Grandmother: Didn't do much. I have few memories of her, since she was off in a nursing home with alzheimers since I was three. She was supposed to have been a wonderful woman, although one of my uncles has an interesting story - apparently, she worried about him a lot, so he wanted to show her that he ws doing alright, so he said "Mom, I'm doing great, I'm a millionare!", to which she replied, looking sadly out the window of her room in the nursing-home:
"I remember when a million dollars was a lot of money." basically, you get the idea...
She died a few years ago from what was basically a bad flu combined with a weak imune system.

How many of your grandparents are still living?
None.

What do/did you call your grandparents?
Mom's mom: "Oma". Died when I was 18. Mom's dad: "Opa". Died when I was 5.
Dad's mom: Died before I was born. Dad's dad: "Opa". (I'm 29 now...)

How well do/did you get along with them?
Mom's mom: Very well. Mom's dad: Good I guess. I have fond memories of both of them.
Dad's dad: Tough case. Even my dad didn't get along with him. He always had some money but never a nice word.

Three of my grandparents are still living - my dad's dad died about five years ago, apparently of the beginnings of lung cancer (he was a chain smoker and an alcoholic for much of his life but recovered before I ever met him and stayed off the stuff for the rest of his life. It was either before I was born or a few years after, depending on whom you ask.) He was an awesome golfer...and yet I never got any of his skill...never mind that I hardly ever PLAY...oh well.

My dad's mom lives in Washington state and I have only seen her a few times...she's a nice lady from what I have met of her, but she's 3,000 miles a way, for Pete's sake. My mother absolutely insists she's nuts (the story goes as follows: My dad's parents were divorced, and his mom told him he was going to live with his father in southern California because she was "dying of cancer." She called years later to explain that she wasn't actually dying; she was instead trying to avoid my grandpa, who was supposedly going to kill her...never mind that my grandpa could have cared less about her at that point and was too busy trying to get clean.)

My mom's parents will be married 55 years this July and have been a significant part of my life since the beginning. Most people who meet both me and my grandpa swear that I will be just like him when I get older (they might be right, though he's a fastidious conservative and I am a steadfast liberal.) My grandmother tries to keep him in line, but he mostly ignores her. She once prodded him to "hurry up and eat" in a restaurant (with my fiancee present, and she thought it was just the funniest thing ever) and he just went about his business.

In my family, there are no grand-standing titles for them; Grandma and Grandpa work fine for all of us...though when I was born, my grandpa insisted he wasn't ready to be called Grandpa and insisted on being called "Sir."

Three living.

On my father's side: Grandma Margaret is a home maker who raised a whole bunch of kids and grandkids with one arm and a husband who was often absent due to his job. She also paints. Papa is a WWII Navy vet who served aboard a baby flat top and a former truck and bus driver. He'd probably still be driving them (he's in his mid-80's) if the company hadn't forced him to FINALLY retire. Both of them are in their 80's and claim that they are starting to slow down and show their age.

For them, this means only one month salmon fishing on the Klamath instead of two and Papa won't take the ocean boat out more than bi-weekly.

On my mother's side: Grandma Mary is an artist who teaches oil painting weekly and still manages to put on shows and lives by herself. She's also in her 80's and really is starting to slow down more and more.

I get along well with all three of them, except Grandma Mary at times who insists that I should be able to fix her computer... when I am in Japan. :rolleyes: My grandmother likes the Internet, but is the typical grandma with a computer and no clue. Oh well, I didn't get any of her artistic talent so I guess it evens out.

I never met my mother's father as he left my grandmother long before I was born. From what I am told, this is a very good thing.

So here's some general questions:

How many of your grandparents are still living?

What do/did you call your grandparents?

How well do/did you get along with them?


-Two of my grandparents are still living, one on each side of my family. My grandmother is still living on my mum's side, and my grandfather on my dad's side.
-Polish side: Babcia (grandmother), Dizadek (grandfather), Italian side: Poppy (grandfather), Mamie (grandmother)
-I got along famously with all my grandparents, I still do. My family is very close and we email/talk to each other at least once a week.

One side is sadly deceased; I couldn't have asked for a better pair, honestly, they were great, and spoilt me as a kid. Granddad was a WW2 vet, he fought in New Guinea.

The other side is still living - pushing on 80; but the relationship with them is a bit different - it's a bit difficult, because my nan has (relatively benign) schizophrenia, and there is a bit of a language barrier with my granddad. He was a displaced person after WW2, the Nazi's took him from his home country (Lithuania) and used him as forced labour. He was in Dresden when it was bombed, but luckily managed to take cover. I do get along with them, it's just a little difficult sometimes.

I called both lots "Nanna and Grandpa", but that sounds a bit childish now. :p
sounds surprisingly like mine...

maternal side is deceased. Both of cancer. That grandpa fought in WWII in...um...germany I think. Great people, got along wonderfully...sadly found out alot about how they treated my mom and her brothers after their deaths, but as far as grandparents went, they were great.

my dads side are still alive...in their 80's. Grandma has alzheimers/dimensia. They're living with my family for the month, and it wears on us all...I have the same conversation every 10 minutes. My grandpa has a slight fading memory, but nothing horrible. He also fought in WWII, taking the southern france route (non-D-day).
I know exactly what you mean by saying that you get along, but it's difficult. The other day, some of my friends told me that I was mean to them because I make sarcastic jokes when I'm out with friends. I had to explain that I treat them fine when I'm with them, but if I can't joke to deal with the stress, then I will have to find a different way and it won't be pretty.

I've always just used "grandma" and "grandpa". I did used to refer to them as "shelton" and "florida", based off where they were from because I couldn't pronounce my moms sides last name:p

Grandparents? My parents aren't even still living. I'm just lucky I'm not a grandparent myself yet.

How many of your grandparents are still living?All four.

What do/did you call your grandparents? Nana and Grandpa on my mum's side, Grandma and Grandad on my dad's

How well do/did you get along with them?With my maternal grandparents, I get on very well. With my paternal grandparents, I get on ok as long as we dont get onto politics :D (They recently hinted they would have voted BNP had there been a candidate in their area :( )

I'm sorry you lost your grandparents. I have six of them. I'll be happy to loan you some.

All dead.
My maternal grandfather died when my mother was in her early teens, so that was over fifteen years before I was born. Her mother, Nanna Marjie (her name was Marjorie) died four or five years ago, and she's the only corpse I've ever seen; she looked like she'd seen the joke!
She was close to all her grandchildren, and I probably got on better with her than with my parents. I recently met my girlfriend's grandmother, and it reminded me of her quite a lot.

My father's parents, Nanna Jean and Grandad, died in the mid-late '90s. We weren't as close to them as to Nanna Marjie, but we got on well still.

A couple of things have recently had me thinking about my grandparents.

So here's some general questions:

How many of your grandparents are still living?

What do/did you call your grandparents?

How well do/did you get along with them?

*snip

All of my grandparents are dead.

My mother's mother was called Granny. I got along with her very well, she was always my favourite grandparent.

My mother's father I only met once, or maybe twice, when I was a young child. If he was ever referred to, it was only by his first name, Michael.

My father's parents were Grandma & Grandpa. I got along well with them, but didn't see them as often as Granny, so didn't know them as well.

I live in Aus & all of my grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc live in England. Seeing & spending time with them was always problematic.

Oh. :confused:

When I read the title of the thread I thought you were selling them. :)

Nevermind.

Ohhhh, if only Gran'pa were still around.... you'd probably get a switch from the "ol' switch tree" for that one! :p

(That was his "atomic bomb" of threats - although I didn't figure it out until muchg later, he never actually ever came anywhere close to doing it, largely because my brother and I were too much in awe - when he even threatened that, we knew we'd fucked up BAD.)

I'm sorry you lost your grandparents. I have six of them. I'll be happy to loan you some.

They're gone and that's OK. And I wouldn't have traded any of them for anybody else, and still wouldn't. But thanks. :)

And thanks to everyone who's posted about their grandparents.

Grandparents? My parents aren't even still living. I'm just lucky I'm not a grandparent myself yet.

Just you wait... :p
That reminds me, you may not be one, but I know there are a few around here.