My Grandmother – Page 2

The story of my

The story of my grandmother is that of a French woman from the provinces who through her perseverance and thirst for knowledge worked her way up to become the head of a school. She belonged to a generation that didn’t travel much. But she believed in Europe and she wanted Europe. And she read a … Read more

My grandmother always acted

My grandmother always acted in other people’s interests, whether they wanted her to or not. If they’d had an Olympics in martyrdom my grandmother would have lost on purpose. Emily Levine

I grew up at

I grew up at my grandmother’s house, and she had a beautiful garden. I used to hate mowing the lawn and weeding, which is what you do when you’re a kid. I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens. Elton John

My grandfather was Catholic;

My grandfather was Catholic; my grandmother, Jewish. Crossing over from Bavaria, as immigrants to the United States, the ship started to sink. My grandmother jumped overboard. My grandfather followed, to save this girl he had never met. Emanuel Celler

My grandmother started walking

My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s ninety-seven now, and we don’t know where the hell she is. Ellen DeGeneres

Nothing in my life

Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother’s bureau. I wasn’t just … Read more

I remember one day

I remember one day I came home and shouted to my grandmother, \”Grandma, Sarah is pregnant!\” Poor Sarah! For weeks before I had read how difficult it was for her to get pregnant. \”Grandma! I have news for you!\” \”What did you learn?\” \”I have news, Grandma: Sarah is pregnant!\” [Genesis 16 – 21]. Elie … Read more

My grandmother taught me

My grandmother taught me to knit, and as I knit, my mind returns to my childhood. Elena Roger

My grandmother lived in

My grandmother lived in a universe filled with life. It was impossible for her to conceive of any creature – even the smallest insect, let alone a human being – as insignificant. In every leaf, flower, animal, and star she saw an expression of a compassionate universe, whose laws were not competition and survival of … Read more

There is always a

There is always a place where, if you listen closely in the night, you will hear a mother telling a story and at the end of the tale, she will ask you this question: ‘Ou libéré?’ Are you free, my daughter?\” My grandmother quickly pressed her fingers over my lips. Now,\” she said, \”you will … Read more