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Calling for Your Favorite Grandparent Stories


If there’s one thing we’ve learned recently, it’s the power of connection. And when we can’t get together?

The next best thing is remembering the stories from when we could.

So we want to hear about yours.

Short clips about

  • you with your grandparents…
  • you as a grandparent…
  • your kids with their grandparents…
  • or a bunch of grandparents together.
  • It could even be your child with someone else’s grandparents (Think Dennis the Menace with Mr. Wilson—like when Dennis dropped Mr. Wilson’s front dentures down the sink and replaced them with Chicklets.)

Funny, thought-provoking, or just one with all the feels, you’ve got stories and we want to hear them below.

Keep in mind, this isn’t about telling your grandpa’s entire life history. Just those quick memorable moments that you love to relive.

Here are some of mine to get you thinking.


On Pins and Needles

My sister and grandma sat opposite each other at the table, each preparing pieces of fabric for sewing. Things is, they only had one box of pins between them.

Grandma asked for the container, adding, “Just scream when you need them,” and they both continued working in silence.

Fifteen minutes later, my sister let out a blood-curdling shriek, causing Grandma to jump out of her chair, knocking pins helter-skelter all over the table and carpet.

Gasping, Grandma asked, “What’s wrong?”

My sister shrugged. “Nothing. I just needed some pins.”

They could hardly work for laughing after that. (Of course, they spent most of their time picking up pins.)


Um—Thanks, Grandma

My other grandma was known for her banana breads, her fruitcakes, her stollen. She was generally a good cook. But one day she decided to get inventive in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, my mom always taught us to be gracious when someone made us food. Even if we didn’t like it. She also recognized this wasn’t always easy.

Especially when she saw what Grandma made.

So Mom proactively promised us kids a special treat if we ate it without comment.

See, we regularly enjoyed Jell-O with special additions. Grated carrots in orange gelatin, chopped cucumbers in lime, … The vegetables added a delightful flavor and texture for a classy dinner salad.

But Grandma figured, if those combos worked, why not try a different vegetable? Tomatoes in strawberry.

Now, I love strawberry Jell-O. And I love tomatoes. But together? It not only tasted awful, it looked awful.

However, Mom taught us well, and each of us kids quietly ate our servings without a word, constantly thinking of the promised surprise from Mom.

Problem was, no one told my dad.

He took one look at his plate and blurted, “Gross!”

In his defense, even Grandma later admitted it didn’t work. And while Mom was big on not wasting food, it was one dish that never got eaten for leftovers. No matter what she promised us.


Attic Treasures

I never met my paternal grandpa.

He had my father at 63—yes, you read that right—and he passed away when my dad was a teenager. So I only knew the man from his photographs and the images he lithographed.

Until the day my dad pulled out a special box full of thick vinyl records—home recordings from the 1940s of my grandfather singing, sometimes solos, sometimes duets with my toddler dad.

What an incredible find! And what an incredible voice!

Sadly a few years later, we had a house flood and the vinyls were destroyed.

It felt like I lost a piece of my grandfather.


“I Laughed, I Cried, It Moved Me.”

My husband’s grandmother suffered from dementia. She was a sweetheart, but she could also get into mischief. Like when my father-in-law packed up to go to the airport.

He realized his camera was missing.

Everyone searched high and low, only to discover that each time they looked one place, she moved the camera to the place they’d looked the moment before!

And once, apparently thinking she was coming to a restaurant, she tried to pay her daughter for dinner—with change she took from her grandson’s wallet.

But when we flew over so she could meet my fifteen-month-old daughter? Yes, she mixed her up sometimes. One moment she was her own daughter; the next, her grandson. And now and then her fog cleared enough to recognize her as her great-grandchild. 

But either way, she’d sit with my toddler playing finger games, quoting rhyme after rhyme perfectly like she learned them yesterday. And the two would laugh and laugh.

While the rest of us wiped tears.


Tag, You’re It

It’s your turn.

What are your favorite memories? As a grandparent…a grandchild…or sandwiched between the two.

Need some more ideas? Check out my post on What Grandpa Wishes You Knew About Him.

Then tell us your stories below.

There’s not a better time to do it.

Guest post written by Elizabeth Daghfal

Elizabeth Daghfal

Elizabeth Daghfal is a writer, teacher, speaker, and community volunteer. Born and raised in the South, she now lives in Wisconsin and loves it—except for the fifteen months of winter. She has a passion to help people who are struggling and is happy to say her shoulders are drip-dry.

When she isn’t teaching or writing—who are we kidding? Her husband and five kids say she’s ALWAYS teaching and writing. But she also loves reading, singing, creating art, and just trying to stay ahead of the stories and research in her head. Read more about her at elizabethdaghfal.com.

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