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Grandparents talk.
Aug. 22nd, 2004 05:41 amBlech. I need to communicate, and no one is online. So I will write.
I've been cleaning my room. Kind of. I threw a fair amount of stuff out, and sorted the rest, but I'm not sure how I'm planning to store the stuff I sorted. Lots and lots of comics, too, that I haven't even touched yet. Those are easy, except I have no place to put them!
I've found a couple more nerd jokes--I need to add them to my user info.
In the process of cleaning up, I found this article. I'm not sure who will be able to read it atm. It's under a custom friends filter, and I just switch around who's in them whenever I want to use it for something. . . which is silly, and asumes that no one will ever look at my back entries. . . For example, at the moment, no real life people are on it. Hmmm. Oh well. XP I fixed it so any new friends can see the article, though. Anyway. Yeah. I knew that I'd typed it up and posted it a long time ago when I first got it, but I had no idea when that was, so I just spent a while looking for it. XD Going back through every post between here and November 9th.
Anyway, it's an awesome article. And I really know very little about my family. Especially. . . well, both sides. But I think especially my maternal side. Mom just showed us pictures from when she was little--she was the most adorable, happy, chubby baby! And then, as a little kid, her face was exactly like it is now!
It was really cool. I don't know. I want to learn more about my family. Because they're awesome, amazing people. And my last name is an acronym, which rocks. And I'm really proud to be related to them. I know next to nothing about my maternal grandma, she died before I was born. But she was very, very pretty as a young woman--I finally saw pictures when we were looking at the pictures of mom. They have some of her as a little girl (grandma, that is) and as a young woman and everything. And when she got older, she looked just like my mom does now!
Both of my paternal grandparents were Holocaust survivors, and I never really knew little grandma either, she had Alzheimer's--not my entire life, really, but by the time I can start remembering things, well, she couldn't. I remember I was always afraid going to the bathroom at their apartment, because I was afraid she'd walk in on me! Actually, I got my first period there. But that was after grandma died. Btw, my maternal grandpa is really tall, as are all the men in her family--over 6 feet. Mom's only around 5'7"? I think. . . And dad is 6' or so, but his parents were really tiny. Hence--and I'm sure I've explained this before--to their faces they were both just "grandpa" (and grandma, but it's not like I had to distinguish or anything) but when we needed to specify, my paternal grandparents were "little grandpa" and "little grandma", and my maternal grandpa was "big grandpa". I guess there should be a lot more capitalization there. lol. Anyway. I love my little grandpa. He died when I was 13. They were really old. Dad and his sister and Grandma were his second family. His first wife and three children were killed in the Holocaust. Which I didn't know for a long time. I've written all this stuff up before, but I want to again, and I'm asuming no one will remember previous entries that well. Or will just skip this if they have read it already. Or skip it anyway!
I've never had a strong family identification, which I love. Like, I adore my family as individuals, but there's not some huge unit thing. Like, family patriotism? Like, when people are like "You don't mess with the Roberts family" or whatever. I'm not explaining myself right. I'm actually the same about patriotism. Some families are all like "wooo! We're _____! Don't mess!" But the fact that I'm from Poland, or Germany, or Lithuania, has never been a part of my personality at all, really. Which I'm proud of. Because it doesn't matter. Or shouldn't. I think.
Not much of that last paragraph made sense, I know.
Little Grandpa and Grandma did this whole interview thing for some historical society where they talked about the Holocaust. I've never watched it, and neither has my dad. We're too scared. In fact, the only person in my family who might have watched it was Mike. And he didn't even realize what it was! ::sneers:: He thought it was a whole tape about the Holocaust with a little interview of Grandma and Grandpa on it. Mom might have watched it. I don't know.
Big Grandpa is way cool. I've never been able to get very close with him, partly because he's very quiet and the whole maternal side of the family is considerably less demonstrative than the paternal, but also largely because he's very hard of hearing, and I speak quietly. >.< But he's great. He's a fantastic cook and baker, and we always go to his house for holidays--he's a great gardener and has a fantastic yard. All my memories of him are good ones. I love his house, I love his cooking, and I love him. Even though I don't know if I've ever said that to him, or him to me. Probably when I was little. ^_^
OK. That's all I have to say.
I've been cleaning my room. Kind of. I threw a fair amount of stuff out, and sorted the rest, but I'm not sure how I'm planning to store the stuff I sorted. Lots and lots of comics, too, that I haven't even touched yet. Those are easy, except I have no place to put them!
I've found a couple more nerd jokes--I need to add them to my user info.
In the process of cleaning up, I found this article. I'm not sure who will be able to read it atm. It's under a custom friends filter, and I just switch around who's in them whenever I want to use it for something. . . which is silly, and asumes that no one will ever look at my back entries. . . For example, at the moment, no real life people are on it. Hmmm. Oh well. XP I fixed it so any new friends can see the article, though. Anyway. Yeah. I knew that I'd typed it up and posted it a long time ago when I first got it, but I had no idea when that was, so I just spent a while looking for it. XD Going back through every post between here and November 9th.
Anyway, it's an awesome article. And I really know very little about my family. Especially. . . well, both sides. But I think especially my maternal side. Mom just showed us pictures from when she was little--she was the most adorable, happy, chubby baby! And then, as a little kid, her face was exactly like it is now!
It was really cool. I don't know. I want to learn more about my family. Because they're awesome, amazing people. And my last name is an acronym, which rocks. And I'm really proud to be related to them. I know next to nothing about my maternal grandma, she died before I was born. But she was very, very pretty as a young woman--I finally saw pictures when we were looking at the pictures of mom. They have some of her as a little girl (grandma, that is) and as a young woman and everything. And when she got older, she looked just like my mom does now!
Both of my paternal grandparents were Holocaust survivors, and I never really knew little grandma either, she had Alzheimer's--not my entire life, really, but by the time I can start remembering things, well, she couldn't. I remember I was always afraid going to the bathroom at their apartment, because I was afraid she'd walk in on me! Actually, I got my first period there. But that was after grandma died. Btw, my maternal grandpa is really tall, as are all the men in her family--over 6 feet. Mom's only around 5'7"? I think. . . And dad is 6' or so, but his parents were really tiny. Hence--and I'm sure I've explained this before--to their faces they were both just "grandpa" (and grandma, but it's not like I had to distinguish or anything) but when we needed to specify, my paternal grandparents were "little grandpa" and "little grandma", and my maternal grandpa was "big grandpa". I guess there should be a lot more capitalization there. lol. Anyway. I love my little grandpa. He died when I was 13. They were really old. Dad and his sister and Grandma were his second family. His first wife and three children were killed in the Holocaust. Which I didn't know for a long time. I've written all this stuff up before, but I want to again, and I'm asuming no one will remember previous entries that well. Or will just skip this if they have read it already. Or skip it anyway!
I've never had a strong family identification, which I love. Like, I adore my family as individuals, but there's not some huge unit thing. Like, family patriotism? Like, when people are like "You don't mess with the Roberts family" or whatever. I'm not explaining myself right. I'm actually the same about patriotism. Some families are all like "wooo! We're _____! Don't mess!" But the fact that I'm from Poland, or Germany, or Lithuania, has never been a part of my personality at all, really. Which I'm proud of. Because it doesn't matter. Or shouldn't. I think.
Not much of that last paragraph made sense, I know.
Little Grandpa and Grandma did this whole interview thing for some historical society where they talked about the Holocaust. I've never watched it, and neither has my dad. We're too scared. In fact, the only person in my family who might have watched it was Mike. And he didn't even realize what it was! ::sneers:: He thought it was a whole tape about the Holocaust with a little interview of Grandma and Grandpa on it. Mom might have watched it. I don't know.
Big Grandpa is way cool. I've never been able to get very close with him, partly because he's very quiet and the whole maternal side of the family is considerably less demonstrative than the paternal, but also largely because he's very hard of hearing, and I speak quietly. >.< But he's great. He's a fantastic cook and baker, and we always go to his house for holidays--he's a great gardener and has a fantastic yard. All my memories of him are good ones. I love his house, I love his cooking, and I love him. Even though I don't know if I've ever said that to him, or him to me. Probably when I was little. ^_^
OK. That's all I have to say.
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Date: 2004-08-24 02:35 am (UTC)but even without all that, you shouldn't let it be a part of your personality. that way just leads to trouble!
Nonetheless, I thought it was kinda neat when our morning coffee guy this summer (well, hot chocolate for me) wanted dad to teach me Hebrew. Or Yiddish. Both were cool with him. That was cool--I felt a kinship with him. :D