In the 60's, as a kid I was spending the day with Grandpa when a neighbor
stopped by to chat.

He asked grandpa... How's your garden doing this year?

Grandpa answered... it is the WORST I have ever had, and I've had a few complete failures!

LOL! Worse than a complete failure would be pretty dang bad!

Of course, it wasn't true as he was a dairy farmer, and an excellent vegetable gardener but it was funny!

Just one of many pleasant memories from my childhood.
Grandpa has been gone a good while, but that day around 60 years ago still seems like yesterday...

I'm hoping to instill memories like you have of your grandpa with my grand kids. Grand kids pretty much make life complete for my wife and I.

My grandpa was a really good, hard working man. He wasn't particularly funny, though. I only remember one time when he kind of let himself go...he was driving my uncle's old '78 F150 and accidentally got on it a little too hard and broke the rear wheels loose. He started giggling like a little kid! I'd never seen him do that before and it made an impression, lol.

My wife's grandpa, on the other hand, was hilarious. Unfortunately, most of the stuff he said wasn't really appropriate to share in a public forum these days.


I really miss both of them.

Just got off the phone with my grandpa, unfortunately he's in the hospital. He's had pneumonia for two months and they can't figure out why.

He's my hero, means the world to me. Hard working and brilliant man. Very occasionally fun too, but he sneaks it in every now and then. He just told me he shit himself because they couldn't get there fast enough for him. We both laughed a little at that. He's infatuated with his nurses, especially this one Jackie.

I have fond memories of my grandpa gardening. His neighbor let him use his big backyard for a garden and grandma would can and all that. I always remember his neighbor watching a Cardinals game drinking a beer, grandpa would bring him KFC as a thank you.

Grandpa would pick me up from Jr High some days, he had a 1962 Dodge Dart coupe with a 3 on the tree and he ran it hard through town. It's at my uncles farm covered in Honeysuckle and rust.

When my wife and I had our kids we lived 6hrs from my parents but saw them as much as we could. They got to see all of our kids for at least several years, but my dad passed away when our kids were 1,4 and 6 and my mom passed away last year when they were 5,9 and 11. Unfortunately they remember very little of my father. My wife's father passed away before we were married.

We bought a new roadster convertible to replace a similar car that was 6 years older. We went from dark blue to a dark silver. Grandpa saw that new car and said “Has that car always been that color?” I could honestly say, “Yep, it’s always been that color”

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I might add, my grandpa, mentioned above, served in WWI where he was shot in the forehead. The bullet went through his helmet and punched a hole in his skull and stopped.. They screwed a stainless plate over the hole in his skull, and said he was done and could go home. He said nope. I will finish my commitment. They let him finish his time as a cook. He surrendered all of his benefits owed from the army including some disability and never spoke of his service again.

He went to Detroit after the war and worked as a steel worker erecting steel, high-rise buildings for a while, then came back to Tennessee and operated heavy equipment for the county for a while and bought a dairy farm which finished out his working career… kind of… in his old age he worked for his son who owned a farm equipment business. He worked assembling new equipment.

Never knew my grandpa. He died too young, 24 years before I was born. So, no funny stories.

Every time I went fishing with Grandpa he would say we had to be quiet. I thought it scared the fish. Turns out Grandpa just wanted me to STFU.

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Originally posted by 92fstech:
My wife's grandpa, on the other hand, was hilarious. Unfortunately, most of the stuff he said wasn't really appropriate to share in a public forum these days.

Those are the best kind. Especially when they have a circle of friends just like 'em and you get to listen in sometimes. Usually pure gold.

My grandpa passed when I was 9yo. One of the very few memories I have was of him chasing me with his dentures hanging halfway out of his mouth. He was a good guy.

I was lucky enough to have my maternal grandparents live 5 miles down the road growing up and seeing them very often. grandpa passed in 2011 and grandma in 2015 when they were 96 and 100. Pretty sharp mentally hill the end for both. Was very close with them just dropping in and visiting almost any time of day if their car was in the driveway. I actually spent the week prior to me wedding living at their house. At their invite. To be away from the wife to be prior, a great memory. I have many of grandmas cookware and almost all of my grandpas tools. They were prototypical greatest generation folks.

Paternal grandfather passed when my dad was not even 16. So only heard stories.

Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to spend time with my dad and a few generations back all in our physical and intellectual prime to see what develops. Would we like each other? Were there differences that could be resolved? The more I learn of my grandparents in my more mature perspectives, the more I like them. They’ve been gone for far longer than I knew them.

My paternal grandfather was playful with me. He had a fast hand and could present me with a piece of candy but by the time I could grasp, he swapped the candy for his finger. That still makes me laugh. My maternal grandfather was a Kansas farmer. When the government took part of his land for a highway, one night before it was open for travel, he and my grandmother (still a young couple) went out and “christened” it in the West bound lane. He was almost 90 when he told me their secret. We laughed pretty good about that. Funny someone so stoic and soft spoken would be so rebellious in that way and not divulge it for over 60 years.