Greetings dear community members 😊 and Hiveans in the group. Do you have fond memories of your grandparents? Share some of your favorites. Yes, this is the prompt from the #silverbloggers community.
Memories are always fond especially with elders. These memories become more memorable as and when we grow up, especially when their presence is no more with us.
The present generation - a short meet up after one year
Me & my parent's
Fortunately, my Dad and Mom has to leave their State of origin for a living, very soon, at an early age of 19, when my Dad secured a job in the government Defence in another part of the country. He served their for more than 35 years with his family ie., we. So we hardly hard an opportunity to grow with our grandparents. We used to visit their state of origin yearly once, for a month's vacation or once in two years, depending on the financial stability.
I was close to my maternal grandmother, who stayed with my uncle (mothers brother) in our native state. Even before my birth my grandfather passed away. When our school vacation starts in the month of April and May, she starts her count down. Its ritual in our place, that we visit our paternal home first and then maternal home.
My family - parent's, siblings and cousibs meet up after a year, few of them couldn't attend*
On the day of our arrival, I remember how my grandmother sit along the steps of the corridor, with sparkling eyes and grey hair, just waiting for our arrival. And after a warm hug and tears, she takes us inside by catching my hand. She has an wooden cupboard of her own. Their she secures many items for us, the one I still remember is the colourful glass bangles for me and my sister. Later, on our stay for just 2 or 3 days, she makes sure that we eat fresh farm eggs which is not available in our place.
A caring and down to earth personality, her daughter was her treasure. And I could very well feel that in her presence. Most of the vacation is spent with temple festivals where we can watch elephants go in a line with a Mahout and too many new stalls are open for our convenience. My grandma makes sure we enjoy this festival to the fullest.
Today she is no more with us. But anytime I go there, it is the most beautiful memory that pains us.
Next comes my paternal grandfather, about whom I mentioned in the last article. Though a strict person, we the grandchildren were his weakness. My paternal grandmother was equally adamant but very caring. If we get sick, she makes sure we get well soon with all home made medicines. She was over protective Though she was bold, she never let us travel alone amywhere for fear of people around.
It is years since I lost my grandparent's and now when I see my old age parents care for their grandchildren, I feel the stoey repeats. May be this is called the real saga of life until death.
Photographs are my own taken from my own mobile. But, unfortunately I do not have a single photo of my grandparents.
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