What I Remember About My Grandfathers and Grandmothers
One of my grandfathers, who lived in Ashtabula, Ohio, died before I was old enough to remember anything about him. The other grandpa lived on Overholt Rd in Kent, Ohio near the waterworks and Plum Creek. He never came to see us but every once in a great while my dad would have us in the car when he went to visit his dad.
My grandpa lived there alone as my grandmother had already died. I don't remember her at all. We would park in the driveway and the the important instructions would be given by my dad. We were to stay in the car and not come into the house at all. There was one time that I had to go to the bathroom and when I got to the door I actually saw my grandpa. He impatiently told me in a very gruff voice where the bathroom was and told me to hurry and leave the house when I was done. He never called me by my name.
My parents never discussed why he did not want to see us or talk to us but I suspect that he suffered from some type of illness. He died when I was 6 or 7. I can't remember what he looked like because I may have only seen him a couple of times even though he lived just across Kent from our home. There don't seem to be any pictures either.
I did have a grandmother that lived in Ashtabula and she was a super nice person. We did not visit much because of the distance but I liked going to see her.
Being a grandparent is a great blessing. I do hope that our grandchildren will remember us as being nice people.
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