tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post6904928928561349589..comments2024-03-19T08:12:52.524-04:00Comments on Writers Who Kill: My Grandma JonesJim Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-90262431778495495722012-08-10T10:11:35.814-04:002012-08-10T10:11:35.814-04:00Judy, sometimes we don't realize how much our ...Judy, sometimes we don't realize how much our grandparents influence us. Everyone looks to the parents, and they are important, too, but so are grandmothers.<br /><br />Linda, I thought Skeet's grandmother was based on your own from things you'd mentioned before. I look forward to seeing more of her in the next books about Skeet.Gloria Aldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581719606924364447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-73855961814544757542012-08-09T23:30:30.032-04:002012-08-09T23:30:30.032-04:00Gloria, I based Skeet's Gran in EVERY LAST SEC...Gloria, I based Skeet's Gran in EVERY LAST SECRET on my grandmother. I lost her when I was thirteen, but Skeet's Gran in the book is still going strong when Skeet's an adult.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-60570362082710063322012-08-09T21:40:25.550-04:002012-08-09T21:40:25.550-04:00I had two grandmothers whom I knew, my mother'...I had two grandmothers whom I knew, my mother's mother had manic depressive disease, and she seemed a little crazy to me, but she was the artist (musician) so I took that from her. My father's mother had 6 children and loved all of us. She seemed stern in my childhood, but when I was older, I could talk to her about anything, and I used to love to hear her stories. She had two sets of twin boys, and neither time did she expect twins. I wrote a book about them (poetry): Grace,Sing to Me/Susannah, Teach Me to Love. Judy HoganJudy Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17555366164892868898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-18085316110293903572012-08-09T12:58:32.279-04:002012-08-09T12:58:32.279-04:00Even though you never knew your grandparents, Pat,...Even though you never knew your grandparents, Pat, did you have any aunts or uncles you remember?<br /><br />I had a very talented uncle in many ways. After he got a degree in engineering - not sure what field - he got a job in California. After some years at it, he'd take off 6 months to golf and lie on the beach examinging his big toe, he once told me. When his money ran out, he got another job and worked until he had enough to retire for another six months. He was a real beach bum like E.B. would like to be.Gloria Aldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581719606924364447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-52753791872881994912012-08-09T12:54:52.277-04:002012-08-09T12:54:52.277-04:00Linda, what rich memories you have of two people v...Linda, what rich memories you have of two people very important in your life. Your Cherokee grandma sounds like a rich character you could use in a book. Have you done that yet?<br /><br />I think most women who lived in rural areas had large gardens in those days. I'm not sure if it was from our grandparents or our parents, but every one of my five siblings and I garden to some extent although only three of us plant vegetable gardens.Gloria Aldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581719606924364447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-15175057581301690302012-08-09T11:25:51.179-04:002012-08-09T11:25:51.179-04:00I never knew any of my grandparents, all gone befo...I never knew any of my grandparents, all gone before I was born. I only got pictures of my grandmothers way late in life. One may be the only picture ever taken of her. The other, she had portaits taken in her rather short life. Neither were educated.<br />PatgPatghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01046665022709722606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-41088185021014227612012-08-09T11:01:00.720-04:002012-08-09T11:01:00.720-04:00I was blessed enough to know both of my grandmothe...I was blessed enough to know both of my grandmothers. One fit the stereotype you mention, Gloria. She was a minister's wife, a great cook and baker, and she taught me how to do fine hand sewing and quilting. The other grandmother was Cherokee. She was a basket weaver, though not as good as her mother had been. She harvested wild herbs and food plants and grew other herbs. She was a great storyteller. Like a lot of Cherokee, she was both a Christian and a believer in the old traditional Cherokee spirituality.<br /><br />Both women kept chickens and had large gardens, canned and pickled in late summer. One was married to the same minister all her life, and the other was married thirteen times to ten different men. They had two very different outlooks on life. The one was a conservative conformist, always worried about what people would think, an important thing to minister's wives. The other was pretty much the opposite--she told me you have to have your own inner compass and stay true to that, no matter what others think or want of you. Both were important to me in different ways, but my Cherokee Gran was the one who played the biggest role in forming me.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-1404122122741637792012-08-09T09:37:36.966-04:002012-08-09T09:37:36.966-04:00Your grandmother sounds like a more traditional on...Your grandmother sounds like a more traditional one than mine. It's funny how smells bring back memories. I think I love lilacs because they bloomed next to the farmhouse.<br /><br /> Most of my cousins and siblings congregated at my grandparents farm, especially in the summer, although we also ice skated on the pond and went down the small hill next to the house on sleds in the winter.Gloria Aldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581719606924364447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-28142402944701970282012-08-09T09:34:44.233-04:002012-08-09T09:34:44.233-04:00E.B. She sounds delightful. I was startled one mor...E.B. She sounds delightful. I was startled one morning when I glanced in the mirror and saw my grandma's face. Thankfully, I haven't seen it since. :-)<br /><br />I think I've picked up from her an appreciation for the simple life without glitter and glitz.Gloria Aldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581719606924364447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-33479316515330336702012-08-09T09:23:53.529-04:002012-08-09T09:23:53.529-04:00My favorite week during the summer was when I spen...My favorite week during the summer was when I spent the week at my grandparent's farm by myself. My second favorite was when my older brother was there and not at home. Grandma baked fresh bread and churned fresh butters. Certain smells bring back great memories.Warren Bullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07789270258599769915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-49868705045712713652012-08-09T09:15:01.060-04:002012-08-09T09:15:01.060-04:00The only grandmother I knew had been a flapper dur...The only grandmother I knew had been a flapper during the 1920s. She smoked, drank, cursed and loved Charles Dickens. She had been a school teacher having gone to a "Normal" school. Hate to admit it, but I'm a lot more like her than I used to think I was. Of course, except for facial features, physically we're nothing alike. But I have to laugh now. I wasn't sure I knew her well when she lived. Now that she's dead, I think I know her better.E. B. Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16746747050278597888noreply@blogger.com