tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127677169344207651.post5198119750357464504..comments2023-10-25T03:45:03.077-04:00Comments on Confessions of a Watery Tart: GrandmamasHart Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599570189253229318noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127677169344207651.post-91350453345619173492010-02-09T08:16:34.072-05:002010-02-09T08:16:34.072-05:00Absolutely, Natasha... life lessons... and mostly ...Absolutely, Natasha... life lessons... and mostly that we'll be loved no matter what. Definite permission to be our own person.Hart Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17599570189253229318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127677169344207651.post-51601830514649205902010-02-08T23:39:23.712-05:002010-02-08T23:39:23.712-05:00Twins again!
My grandmother was the most wonderful...Twins again!<br />My grandmother was the most wonderful person I ever knew, and she's the one who made me what I am. The lessons she taught me were a little different from the ones your grandmother taught you (she taught me that I should do what I thought I should do and not what others thought I should, and that I shouldn't be worried about being different, because different was not bad, it was only different), but in essence they are the same, because they are Life Lessons.<br />And yes, my grandmother also taught me that EVERYONE has something good in them, if only we look for it.<br /><br />Alix and Jan - I am sorry you didn't have the wonderful grandmothers that Tart and I did- a good grandmother is the best gift a person can ever have.Natashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00481081735923606868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127677169344207651.post-33781032195258148322010-02-08T16:20:34.897-05:002010-02-08T16:20:34.897-05:00Ohhhh... I'm sad the two of you didn't get...Ohhhh... I'm sad the two of you didn't get more/better granny time. I was so lucky. I had my grandma two days a week until I started school, and then her house was on the way home so I often stopped to play in her dress-up trunk. <br /><br />I feel bad that my kids don't have the same. My mom is far away, and was FABULOUS as a grandma to little kids, but has a really hard time with anyone asserting themselves as PEOPLE--and then that whole thing with not being able to be nice to their dad...<br /><br />I REALLY hope when I get there (hopfully a good 15 years from now at earliest) that I am also a fun, creative grandma. I'm pretty sure I will be able to accomplish just adoring them for who they are...Hart Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17599570189253229318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127677169344207651.post-16494369837897113892010-02-08T15:56:38.469-05:002010-02-08T15:56:38.469-05:00What a lovely post, dear tartlett! I, like Alix, s...What a lovely post, dear tartlett! I, like Alix, suffered from granny envy. My dad's mother died while he was flying bombers in Europe. My mother's mom I have the faintest memory of - think I was three or four when she died. I also have a bit of a memory of my mother's grandmother - she was small and had black hair in a bun! I do have a very good feeling about my mother's mom though. She told my mother (who told me) that she should take special care of me as I was the middle child! She had lost her husband, my grandfather, in an industrial accident in Chicago where they'd gone to get work during the depression. Afterwards she and her three children came back to the small Manitoba town they were from and she became a rancher's wife. She was an incredibly hard worker. My mother got to be my boy's grandma until they were young adults and I am so greatful. I am a Grandmother (!) to three wonderful kids and I try to infect them with play, creativity and general goofiness at every opportunity.Jan Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01771180344305042855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127677169344207651.post-6287624427057452912010-02-08T14:44:13.021-05:002010-02-08T14:44:13.021-05:00Nice post, Tami. I'm jealous of people who had...Nice post, Tami. I'm jealous of people who had good relationships with their grandmas, because I never had that. They're both gone now. My dad's grandma came over from Serbia, I remember being very little and spending a lot of time at her house, and having a lot of fun, but I also remember being a kindergartner and saying I wanted to be a paleontologist and her saying that I couldn't because I was a girl. I talked right back and said a girl could do anything a boy could do. Most of my life though, she was slipping further and further into dementia and alzheimer's, even when I was very little she'd already had her stroke. I never knew her as as she really was, apparently my baptismal party when I was a baby was the last big bash she held. I do know that her life was in many ways tragic, as well as surviving two world wars, when she was young in Serbia, she was a great ballet dancer and could have gone to Paris, but her mother forbid it, and got her brothers to trip her while practicing, because dancing was a whorish thing. I can say that we did all seem to inherit her (dad's mom's)love of and talent for cooking and hospitality.<br /> My mom's mom was never a favorite with anyone as she was often cheap, reserved, and had none of the sense of fun and play that kids want. I also knew how harsh she was on my mother, and it'd been heavily implied to me by her several times that it was my fault when men hooted and shouted at me from cars, as I was wearing a tank top.<br /> So yes, I'm always jealous of people who have good relationships with their grandmas.mezzo_sashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12224240751681087796noreply@blogger.com