Hey Pandas, Share Some Of Your Grandma’s Stories (Closed)

I love grandmas, you probably love grandmas, and everyone loves grandmas! So I wanna hear some stories about grandmas! Be it as wacky wholesome, or just downright strange, if you got one, please tell one!

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my grandma loves telling me about the time her brother set their house on fire and they lost everything lol

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Do-nut touch da donut 1 year ago

This reminds me of peritos story.... sad but funni

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My great gramma was subbin for a bus driver this one time

She told me there was this problem kid on the bus who kept picking on this other kid

Well when she got on the bus, she walked to the back and said "who here is (idk name) billi" and the problem kid stood up

She pushed him on the floor, and told him to never pick on anyone again (pls note my gg is TALL)

well billi jumped back up and tried to swing, and she just pushed him right back down

This repeated for a good minutes, until he stayed down and she asked if he was done and he said yes

The original bus driver never had a problem with him again

My gg is terrifying ❤️

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Do-nut touch da donut

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Do-nut touch da donut (Submission author) 1 year ago

She told us this story twice back when i was 11 or 13, i laughed everytime lol.... i have another if yall'd like to hear?

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My grandmother's name technically doesn't exist. Her dad was a postal worker, and he asked a little girl on his route what her name was, and he really liked it. So, he told my great-grandmother that they should name my grandma that.

A month later (after she was born) he saw the little girl again, and said hi. Her older sister heard him say her name, and told him that she had a lisp, and that her actual name was something different.

Long story short, Siri cannot pronounce my grandma's name.

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freakingbee 1 year ago

what's her name?

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My late grandmother a few months before her 80 birthday as a widow asked me and my cousin if we would take her skinny-dipping and to see a stripper. She was allays so proper and respectable when we (me and my cousins) were young. So this ask was so out of the blue and out of character its stuck with me. Im just a little sad we never had the time to do these things as she passed a few months later

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Mis Stake she/her 🇫🇮🇬🇧

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I remember hearing this from my mom, but back when i was maybe 6 or 7, me and my momma were at my great grandmother's house. Me and mom were joking around and I guess I must have said something witty, and my mom joked that she was gonna slap me for saying it (Obviously joking, i dont get abused), and my great grandma looked right at her and snapped back with "um, no you aren't" so seriously, and i find it so funny about how protective she was of me, thinking back to it makes me laugh on bad days

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An essay I wrote once about my grandma
Mormor, the Swedish word for grandma is what I call the young lady in the photo. Technically she should be called “gammelmormor” meaning great grandmother, but she doesn’t like it, she says, “it makes me sound old.” Being 80 years old she is still one of the strongest people I know. She has led a full and laborious life, but she only sees the trials as something to triumph. Her story is truly an incredible one.
My Mormor Vivi was born in Estonia in 1941, 2 years after the beginning of WWII. Nazi Germany invaded Estonia in July of 1941, and occupied the country until 1944. My Mormor and her mother were forced to flee to the country in the night when my grandma was three years old as the Russians forced their way into her homes. She and her mother escaped in the night, but her father was currently serving in the war, and they never saw him again. They ran along train tracks for hours until they reached the coast. They boarded what she describes as a “fishing boat” with hundreds of others fleeing the country. The boat ride was perilous, being over 24 hours and filled with people weeping for their lost homes, family, possessions, and lives all together.
They docked in Stockholm, Sweden after a very long, treacherous journey. They stayed in a refugee camp for awhile, until her mother found a job. Her mother was hired to look after an older couple a few miles outside of Stockholm. They lived with the couple for a couple of years until her mother was hired at a sewing factory where she worked for 14 years. During that time, they were able to purchase a house of their own where my Mormor would live until she was 20 years old. She remembers a plentiful amount of fruit trees and berry bushes in a long yard where they would spend lots of time playing, picking fruits and berries, and relaxing. In 1961 my Mormor married my Morfar Sven (Swedish for Grandpa), he was an electronic engineer and was very successful in his work. Two years later my Mormor and Morfar had my Mormor Lena. When my Mormor Lena was 2 years old they moved to Toronto, Canada because they had friends who moved there and said they loved it.
Moving to Canada, an exciting time for them. They lived there for 2 years before they became “very annoyed by all of the snow” she tells me. So, after Toronto they wanted to move somewhere warm, they decided on Los Angeles. To move to America, they needed a work visa, but it was difficult for them because Toronto is 37 hours away from Los Angeles and they didn’t speak the language. They decided to send Sven to Los Angeles to try to find work it was difficult because he had to leave behind my Mormor and their daughter which added to the trials they faced trying to move to America but he found work at an electronics company. So, they sold their home and moved down to Los Angeles where they would stay for 33 years. My Mormor Vivi worked at a news station cleaning up on the night shift. Most nights Sven and Lena would join her and help out so she could get home earlier. She recalls a story while I’m talking to her about this, she tells me: one night my Morfar was sweeping and moved one of the cameras and a technician yelled down at him from master control. The technician came down and told him he had been working on that and told him to leave it alone. My Morfar asked him, “what’s wrong with it?” The technician responded with something my Mormor quite doesn’t remember but then Sven told the man, “Try to do this” and he did, and it fixed the camera. The technician told his boss, and he hired my Morfar right there on the spot.
In 1984 my Mormor Lena had my mom and after 13 years living in California they moved to Idaho for “a better life.” In 1998 my Mormor and Morfar followed them to be closer with family. When I was three my Morfar died, and it left my Mormor Vivi living alone it was a difficult time for her, but like normal, she pushed on. 14 years later my Mormor Vivi was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and she is still battling it but doing well. Despite all of this hardship in her life she still had time to volunteer, go to church, run errands and babysit me for a lot of my childhood. I remember how much fun she and I would have during our time together. We would play with cars, go to the rec center, watch cartoons, play with marbles, and we would spend wonderful countless hours doing puzzles and her rule regarding them stands to this day: “Flip all the piece right side up first.” That rule used to drive me nuts but now I wouldn’t do it any other way. Her meals are still some of my favorites;Swedish meatballs, steamed carrots, mashed potatoes and rolls is a Mormor Vivi dinner classic. Some of my favorite moments of me and her making playdough from scratch our, grinding down apples to make the best homemade applesauce I’ve ever tasted.
She has led an incredible life filled with trials and perseverance time and time again. After all that to end up in Nampa, Idaho with a loving family all around her swapping gifts to the crackle of a warm fire taking a selfie on the couch with her great grandson is a pretty good life in my opinion and that’s what I see when I see that photo. She continues to inspire me to work hard through the difficult times because in the end it will be worth it.

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