Oh Sarah- I completely understand the need for stationary. I have shelves full of blank notebooks all shiny and waiting to be used. If you really want to complete the addiction, try out a good fountain pen and some fancy ink. Absolutely decadent. 🤗
My Nan, my mum’s mum, used to write poetry and make up stories for me and my older brother. He passed away in early 2018 at aged 54. It’s a really strong memory for me, it used to make me cry, but now I have a huge smile when I think of us together hanging on her every word 😁 xx
My Grandmother always came up with amazing crafts for us to help with. Only now do I realize that she was just trying to keep us occupied and out of trouble! Both of my Grandmothers ended up with debilitating health problems, and my older brother and I served every summer as arms and legs for both of them. It never occurred to us to feel put-upon to care for them, and now I am thankful for having been blessed to spend that time with them. Blessings come in many different forms.
I loved my maternal grandfather (my Dadcu) - he was a typical welshman; small, neat & had dark hair, well it was salt & pepper when I knew him :D He was the local odd job man and could turn his hand to loads of things (he built me a swing in the back garden which was magic!). But I remember him best for the long walks on the Brecon Beacons where he taught me to whistle like a bird, tickle tiny fish and look after baby birds. He loved the high, wild places and could tell me what the plants were and other small pieces of country lore - I miss him
Hello Sarah. I have just played today's video to my husband saying " See, I told you I wasn't the only person obsessed with stationery!". The poor bloke gets dragged round stationery shops wherever we go. My kids think I am barking because I never leave the house without my notebook, pencil case and washi tape. You just never know when you might get a quiet half an hour in a coffee shop for some time to journal. I am really enjoying your book so thank you.
Hi Sarah another brilliant read. My grandad was a really lovely man, he was a great romancer and teller of tales. He was poorly in bed and I offered to sit with him, while grandma nipped to the shops, I was about 14 at the time, (I’m 60 now which shows how long ago it was). Over the hour grandma was gone, grandad told me the most wonderful story of how he invented the compass. It was a thrilling tale, he genuinely loved telling me, you could see the excitement on his face, and I loved just sitting on his bed listening. Of course I knew it was nonsense but he was a great story teller. He passed away not long after that day, but I will never forget that day. You and Gary stay safe xxxxxxx
My Nan lived in Spain but used to come and stay for a few weeks every year. My Mum and Dad never told us when she was coming and my younger sister and I would get a surprise in the morning when we'd come down and find her sitting at the table. Remembering that excitement as a 5 year old is priceless :)
My Grandma was very loving, protective and encouraging! I wrote a poem and shared it with her and she MEMORIZED it! Just like she had done with the classics when she was in school. I am still in awe that she memorized something I wrote. God bless her!
My maternal grandmother made awesome chocolate drinks, and whenever I re-read the Narnia books, it's her voice I hear in my head. My maternal grandfather died years before I was born. My paternal grandmother had a song for every occasion and would frequently burst into song, while my paternal grandfather grew amazing roses.
My nan was the best person in the world. I loved everything about her, she taught me lots of things and my favourite memory is helping her sweep the back porch ❤
My Nana, my Mom's mom, lived with us most of my childhood in an apartment that we had built for her when we built the house. I always loved to go downstairs and see her. She taught me to bake and took care of me and my sisters when my mom had to work. Miss her everyday
I had two of the best. Gramma could walk into a ditch, have a baby, walk out and continue milking cows. Oma spent all day baking and feeding people. Eat eat! were her words which she also followed as she was 4 ft high and 4 ft wide. Both so loving and both completely different.
Me and my nanny were sneaky. When my aunt use to boil a piece of bacon for the dinner, we would wait for her to leave the room after it had been taken out to rest and my nanny would give me the sign and I’d bring it to the kitchen table and we would nibble away on it until we hear my aunt coming back in and we would return it to it’s resting place like nothing had happened (my aunt definitely knew 😂)
I loved sitting on grandad’s lap on an old, high backed, cane, armchair in the corner of the kitchen, where we would both have a little chat and then an after lunch nap. I was devo when he died, as I was only 5 years old and adored him.
I have wonderful memories of my great grandmother playing board games with me, letter writing, and she let me handle all the delicate trinkets in her house.
Penny says: ahhhhhh...I worked for 15 wonderful years in an Independent Bookstore, completely surrounded in beautiful stationery. Bliss and Christmas nearly everyday. I so miss those days! I still have heaps of notebooks, pens, refills etc because I have hoarded them over the years but I miss working in that store so much. We got stuff at cost, you have no idea how great that is😍😍😍😍😍 As for grandparents: my Nanna baked the best biscuits and all sorts of wonderful stuff. I miss her!
Thank you for posting again with sound! I was desperate to hear the end!! My maternal grandmother was totally batty!!! She used to tell me tales about the fairies in her garden!!??!! She had a wonderful collection of frilly and lacy nighties that I would wear to pretend I was a princess, all flowy and magical!!! xx
If that is batty (bekloppt) ...I wanna be batty right now....in fact,- I want to get married to some other batty Betty so that we can go on shopping fee for our frilly and lacy nighties collection...
My maternal grandmother had an obsession for hanging laundry a certain way during the Michigan spring and summer. Jeans had to be hung from the legs and not the waist. If she was not happy with the neighbors method of hanging clothes, she simply walked over to their yard and hung them up according to :Emma Rules'. :)
Love this series. I’ve found that I can relate to so much that you’re talking about (hate kids, don’t drink) but you really lost me at the stationery. You actually write in the notebooks you buy??!!?! Mine just sit there looking at me blankly. (As in, they’re blank. Unused. I can never think of anything important enough to waste them on. 😁) As for Grandparents, I had all grandparents alive when I was young but my Mom’s Mom lived with us. She always had a snack ready for us when we came home from school (milk and cookies or cake hot out of the oven) and she was the best person in the whole world. One of my friends also told me she looked like the grandmother out of the Dinosaurs tv show. (That’s not inaccurate.) I still miss her 20 years later. ❤️
I loved visiting both sets of grandparents. Both my Grandmas were great cooks and both my Granddas spoilt us grandkids. My Dad was from Killyleagh and would take me to visit my Grandda at his wee shop. My Grandda always gave me an ice cream and a wee bag of sweeties. I used to feel so special. My other Grandparents lived in England. On occassions after we'd had our tea my Grandpa, who had a wooden lower leg which had several large holes in it would roll up his trouser leg and put my Aunt's (who was only 14) hampster in it. We children would be enthralled to watch and see which hole the hampster would pop out of. I know, we were a strange lot.
My Dad's mum, my Nana, lived in South Shields. We lived in Liverpool so I only got to see her for holidays. She was not a cuddly, outgoing woman, but she fascinated me because (this was probably 65 years ago now) she made her own bread every day on an enormous black stove that dominated the kitchen. My grandfather, quite the opposite, was outgoing and lots of fun.
My maternal grandmother always kept busy, even when she was "resting" she would work on an embroidery, or cut bits of fabric for quilting, or knitting, crocheting, or reading. She also loved playing piano & growing African violets. She really impressed me, & I have loads of little treasures that were made with those dear hands!
My Dad's Mom was an excellent seamstress, and she taught me some sewing basics before I ever had a home economics class in school. I also want to say a HUGE "Thank You" to you for providing these daily snippets. In light of a deadly virus and now such violence here in the US, these delightful little morsels help to give me another chance to calmly take a breath and have a smile before facing the world again. 💖
My dad's mom would tell stories of her mom who was a gifted seamstress. We have her gallon-sized button box and she made all my grandma's clothes with no pattern, they were gorgeous! Also that is where I get my love of shiny rhinestone jewelry. My mom's mom made the most amazing sugar cookies, iced with either white or green icing. And her guest room smelled of cedar and her bathroom of her face powder. One of my early apartments had a built-in cabinet that smelled just like her make-up shelf. I nearly cried as she had been gone ten years by then.
My grandmother named a cake for me. Five layers, butter-sugar frosting with shredded coconut and pecans. It was so tall that she remarked it was "knee-high" to me, and thus it was always called there Knee-High Cake. She baked one on special occasions when we lived together, and every time I visited after I moved away, continuing all the way through college.
I had a great grandmother born in 1888. When I was young (in the 1960's) I would sit and listen to her stories about growing up and young adulthood from the turn of the century. I was entranced listening. I still find it fascinating to listen to older people telling their stories.
My paternal grandmother always made me a special pie when she knew we were coming for a visit. My maternal grandmother gave the best hugs in the world. They always gave me special treatment. I miss them and I’m 56.
I have 2 amazing grandmothers. They both gave me a passion for cooking and baking. I grew up living with one, so it was more hands-on with her. The other I met in my teens, and was thrilled she also loved cooking, and taught me to take more risks in the kitchen.
We lost my paternal grandfather when I was only 3 years old, but he is one of my earliest memories, sitting on his lap and listening to him read to my cousin and I. My only living grandparent is my paternal grandmother and she is the best! She shows her love with baked goods, and I love it.
OMG your grandma's onions...I simply dissolved at that...I shall chuckle at the memory of that story for a long time! I didn't have grandparents a'tall.
My Gran was a bit severe, but really adores us kids, and made the most beautiful delicious meals. Also made her own cheese and butter!! Love you reading to us Sarah - brilliant! xx
I was lucky to have my grandparents growing up. I have so many memories. My dad's mom would always make the dogs a full turkey meal whenever we had turkey be it for Christmas or thanksgiving. I remember sitting with my mom's dad at his HAM radio.
My great gran, everybody called her Ga, my Dad couldn't say Gran when he was wee and it just stuck. She taught me how to knit an egg cosy, and when me and my sister went to her at lunchtime she would make snow pancakes. She would put a saucer on the window sill to catch the snowflakes. Nobody has been able to match them. She would let us wash the tea towels and dish clothes in the dolly outside the back door. It was great fun, loads of water and suddsy bubbles. She died when I was ten andnot a day hoesby when we think of her and smile. X loved your story time today.your horn makes my day every day. Xxx💖💗💖💐🐈🐕😊
my grandfather was one of my favourite people. He was the only one believing in me unconditionally always. He would always say that I was smart and would succeed in whatever it was that I wanted to accomplish.
Head of the family was my Great Nan! I was 13 when she passed away so never knew lots about her. However, since her passing I have learnt lots and discovered that lots of my life choices reflected her own that lots of people didnt understand in her time. I now feel very close with her and always ask myself what would 'Nanny Mac' do :) x
Never knew my paternal grandparents and my mother's father hated and abused me. I used to get very envious when I saw children with their grandparents, even as an adult! Now I am genuinely happy to see such love and I make it my daily quest to say hello and chat to the elderly I encounter. I've got all this spare grandparent love to spend and so many of the elderly are lonely. Makes my day to see them smile!
my grandma used to think out loud all the time... wander round the house exclaiming and muttering to herself. I liked it because it reassured me I had got the habit (myself) from somewhere and wasn't just going bonkers.
I loved visiting both sets of grandparents when I was little. I was spoiled but not rotten and they always encouraged me to follow my dreams, no matter what they were. My mom's parents would regale us with wonderful stories and delicious food. My dad's parents also told great stories but traveled all over the world and always brought me back a doll from wherever they'd been.. I ended up with a collection of well over 200 dolls! I have wonderful memories of all 4 grandparents 😊❤
My dad's mom held street races with all her sons and grandsons whenever they bought new cars. Her Mazda was from the 70's and she normally won the races. Then they would have to bear her boasting and telling them how they wasted good money. My mom's mom were always busy in the kitchen and baked the most moist chocolate cakes I ever had.
Overjoyed to find the audio version. ( I'm no good at lip-reading!) Anyway, I loved working in my granddads shed. He had a magical shed full of wonder. (Probably a load of crap ) I would make things out of bits of wood & nails. He once made me a really cool go-cart. I wish I could go back in time. That's one of the memories I'd love to relive x
My Mum's Mum, Toto to us, or Mary to her peers, lived with us when I was in my early 20s, living at home and going to uni. She was very loving and accepting, and I loved her being around. She was an avid knitter and knitted all 13 of her grandkids woolly jerseys. I love the smell of sweet peas too, lovely!
Some of my happiest memories are with my grandmother’s garden and the wonderful sweet peas. I have tried for years but can’t get them to grow. Have a great day.
I have the most loving feelings when I think about my grandpa. Not sure if it was because he died when I was only 8, before I was old enough to really start seeing the bad in things. I don’t remember one specific thing about him specifically that made me love him so much, I just remember being so excited when he and my grandma came to visit. They lived about 400 miles away. He made my grandma more fun as well. It’s wasn’t the same after he died. 30 years later and I still think about him. My favorite memory was sneaking into the guest room when they stayed with us and climbing into the bed between them early in the morning and sleeping maybe a hour with them in the bed. When my youngest was 2 years old I showed him a bracelet that belonged to my grandpa and he held it in awe and he kissed it, when the only things he’d ever kissed before was me, my husband, or a favorite stuffed animal. It made me feel like my grandpa was watching. ☺️
My grandmother kept calling the fire department only to have them rush to her home to find her offering a tray of sandwiches for them! (When you get older, as I now know, you have to be more creative to lure handsome men over to your house!) 👵🏻🥪👨🏽🚒
Nan, my Dad's Mum, had not one single tooth in her head. Rumour had it she had a full set of false teeth which so wore to weddings and funerals but I don't remember ever seeing them. In fact, she managed perfectly well without and could chew anything with just her gums which must have been rock hard. She was always smiling - a wonderful gummy joyful grin.
I forgot about the false teeth until I read your comment!! My nan NEVER wore hers... until one day she did as she was going out. Frightened me to bloody death!!!! Hahahaha.
If my grandad wasn't 2 hours early - he wasn't coming. I only found out years later (as an adult) that he was desperate to get out of the house as my grandmother drove him mad :)
My favorite grandparent was my Grandmother. I was fortunate that she and my grandfather lived 4 houses down the road so I could see them anytime. She would pick me up after school, watch us when my parents weren't home and always had the best ice cream and popsicles (the expensive kind my parents didn't have). She was generous with her time and her love. The best moments were usually when we went shopping and spending time together. I still miss her so much. Ryan from San Francisco, California (USA).
my mom’s dad served in WWII driving ammunition trucks on the red ball line. as he smoked a pipe, we would sit in the cellar as wafts of smoke curled around the space and my imagination, as he told me story after story about his time abroad, mostly spent in and around france. he would sing to me the marching songs, and told of many crazy off time antics and activities that kept everyone somewhat sane. i was young at the time, and didn’t understand everything he said, but the way he said it and the detail made you feel like you were right there. he was the sweetest, kindest and gentile man i’ve ever known. i have strived in my life to be more like him. i miss him the most of my grandparents - his name was walter.
One of my favorite memories is picking blackberries for my grandmother to make jam with by their house and getting to snack on them while we picked them. My grandmother was the sweetest!!!
We appreciate you no matter what! Good days, challenging days....we all could use a dose of real-ness with each other. Seems to be the trend (thank you FB/Instagram, etc) broadcasting to the world how excellent our life is when realistically, our tummy is upset, kids are driving us crazy, hair isn’t cooperating...humans. We all go through the same things. Anywoo, you are pretty awesome! Thanks for taking time to read to us. It’s super fun and enjoyable on the receiving end! 😎
Hello there, reminiscing hey? Wow, have to just go back 50 years myself to Grandma times. Snap! crinkle cut chips, havent had em since. Home grown sugar snap peas and rockbuns. Peaches and tinned nestles cream after a tinned ham, lettuce, tomato and bread and butter tea. Creature of routine she had me on tow every other Sat afternoon as she went round the market and the shops with Aunty. She passed 32 years ago. To me she was an ACE.
I loved my grandfather. He treated all of us kids well. When others would get annoyed with my sister being so shy and refusing to sit on random peoples laps he just let her come to him when she was ready. He also didn't mind me, though I rarely sat still and was always running around. I love my grandfather and miss him so much.
I was never close to my grandparents as we traveled around the country following my dad who was in the Air Force. One of my favorite people of age would always send me notes and after the date, she would put what sort of weather was outside. For example, 01.01.2020 - Rainy day with pockets of sun. I do this today and love writing letters.
I loved hearing about my mum and her little brothers when they were children from my gran. She told me all about when she and her sisters were growing up as well.
My grandma (mum's side) could do any sewing, knitting, making craft you could imagine. She taught me to crochet, I never took to knitting, and even made beautiful pillow lace. I was a bit miffed that she made all my night dresses though, I was thrilled when I got my first shop bought one 🤣. She taught me to make proper mint sauce with mint picked from the garden, and every Christmas we would sit at the kitchen table and polish the best, silver, cutlery set ready for Christmas day. I still have that set, never use it now but can't bear to part with it!
My Grannie was born in London in 1883 and passed in 1972 in Calgary, Canada. She was a lovely lady, English until the end, sharing traditions with me, her youngest granddaughter, that I still hold dear today. She was my only grandparent as the others passed either before I was born or shortly after. I treasured her. In 2013, my first trip to England, I visited the church she was married in, in Chelsea in 1904. She gave me a love of England and all things English. I miss her every day.
Only had my grandma (mom's mom) she was a difficult woman. But, as I've aged I understand her so much more. She was strong! She had to be raising 5 children alone during the depression after her husband (the true love of her life) died. She loved my children and was never afraid to show it. I love her for that.
I love green olives. My grandfather used to pretend he wasn't looking when I stole all the green olives out of his salad. He knew I was taking them so he'd put extra, and I knew he knew I was taking them but it was our little ritual.
Before I could read and write, my grandma and I began to exchange letters. I would dictate what I wanted to say, my mom would write it down, and then I would copy it on an old typewriter. I could recognize my grandma's handwriting anywhere. She was a nurse in Philadelphia during the Spanish influenza. Now I am a nurse during COVID-19. I wish we could have some tea and a nice long chat. Thank you, Sarah.
My Grandad was great at making things & he always saw the best I'm me. My n an was kind & used to say I was her best friend. I really miss them now. I didn't see my other Grand parents after a certain age, as they were really horrible.
This might sound odd, but I was blessed to have 3 sets of grandparents! My mom's parent got divorced when she was young, but stayed on decent enough terms; and, each of them got re-married. So, by the time my brother and I came along, we had two sets of grandparents on my mom's side, and my dad's parents as well. And, luckily, they were all long lived, so I had most of my grandparents until I was well into adulthood (5 of the 6 were still very much alive and well and were at my wedding!). They all brought different things to the table - my paternal grandfather taught me loads about vegetable and fruit gardening (he was from the old country), and how to properly make polenta; my mom's mom went back to college in her 50s and got a business degree and managed care facilities for a number of years (she just passed a few years ago, and always showed me how wonderful it is to learn new things all the time); and so many more stories than space allows. I love that fact that all of them treated my brother and I as people, not as kids.
@@beakittelscherz5419Thanks for the comment! My grandparents and some of their friends would use the "old country" comment in reference to coming from a country in Europe (they came from Europe to North America; my grand mother shortly before World War I, and my grandfather in 1923; they then met a few years after that). Mostly, it was usually in response to a question about why they did something a certain way, it was usually "that's how we did it in the old country".
Hi Sarah, I LOVE stationery and notebooks too! Yes, I also LOVE back to school season! Recently, I was debating (with myself!) about writing stories in a notebook, or, on the computer!! I think YOU gave me the answer! Thank you! One of my favourite memories with my Grandma (originally from Worcestershire, moved to Canada as a teenager) was making strawberry jam with fresh strawberries she had picked! My Grandma and I always shared a special bond that started with our mutual LOVE of cats!! I loved our summer visits to Canada. And we always shared a bedroom when she came to visit us in The Bahamas.... in the winter months, of course!! My favourite jam my mother made was pineapple and banana! Even though my mother was originally from Scotland, she managed to make desserts with local Bahamian fruit.... usually from our garden!! Banana Bread, Mango Mousse and Guava Crumble with Bird's Custard come to mind! My all time favourite dessert my mother made was what we called "Caramel Fingers".... I believe the name they go by in the UK are "Millionaire Bars"! SOOOOO good!! We used to "hide" them in the freezer so they wouldn't disappear so FAST!! BTW that did NOT work!! I live in Canada now, near Nanaimo on Vancouver Island.... YES the authentic Nanaimo bars are fabulous!! Love & light, Margaret
I was fortunate to have 3 grandparents until adulthood. There are too many wonderful things I loved about them, to list. Decades later, I often wish I could ask them things or just have a chat 😢 And as for stationery... you are a girl after my own heart.
My Babica (Polish for grandmother) would have tea parties with real tea, sugar dish, and all. Grew up loving tea and whenever we visit we still brew a cup to this day.
To this day whenever I smell blackberry cobbler baking, I am immediately taken back to my granny’s kitchen. All of us kiddos would go and pick wild blackberries ourselves and she would bake them into the most delicious cobbler!
A thing I loved about a Grandparent was that my Grampa had a missing finger segment... no last knuckle sort of thing... and would poke my brother with it, and the lack of a fingernail just drove 'im to shrieking tears. Good times.
Notebooks, exercise books, scribble pads, pens, pencils, all with that new possibility smell. Last week released from lockdown others went for haircuts and/or booze, me straight down to a stationery shop and a new calligraphy set followed me home.
My Gram was 2 doors over. I used to go over every time I got in trouble. She would sit me down in the kitchen, get a Hershey chocolate bar from the special sugar bowl in the top cupboard for us to split as she told me the things my Dad did as a boy. (Drove the car into the kitchen wall at 7 yrs old) By comparison I was an angel. 😊🤣 Taught me how to crochet too 🥰
My Nanny lived to a good old âge and i remember her every evening she drank a Guiness and a bottle of Bristol Stout. When she got ill my mum asked the Doctor whether she should stop the drink, the doc said no way, you continue and have the pleasure, si she did till the day she died.
My grandma introduced me to green tea, with my mom and me sitting around her table in her kitchen and me loading my teacup with an ungodly amount of sugar. I still love tea - black, green, Oolong, Darjeeling, Earl Grey, pretty much the lot. I have even made my peace with Gunpowder tea which I believe my sister foisted upon me out of spite and I would drink out of pure mulishness.... Have a great day and week, Sarah - hope when your tour resumes you will swing by the US southwest...
My mother’s father, Sidney Walter Abbott, yes, he was from Cardiff. This wonderful man was master of hounds and a watch maker. He taught me horse riding and how to make space for myself. I think of him often.
Yeah this time the sound worked just fine. 😘👍🏻 my grandmother always bought me books and I loved it. Also did she bring me crayons from Switzerland 🇨🇭 (caran d’ache) and she was the one to sparkle my love for reading and drawing/painting. My grandfather gave me probably a head for numbers because I work in the Financial part of the spectrum. The other grandparents thought me to enjoy embroidery and having a good time too. 😊👍🏻. And I can’t pass a good stationary shop too because of the expected pencils, papers, crayons and stuff. Have good rest of day 😉
My greatest memory of my still living nanna is her telling my dad off and him shouting back, I'm 65 not 5. My nanna has always been a force to be reckoned with and still going strong with now two retired sons.
The person I loved more than anyone in the world was my maternal grandmother - we called her Bigmama. She loved all of us unconditionally. I didn’t know until she passed away in 2009 at 96 years old (I was 49) that she had always told everyone I was her favorite (because she never had to discipline me - I was a very quiet child). She told me she loved me most because I visited her the most - I lived 3000 miles away - and always sent her current pictures of my children. I will always miss her.
My dads mum always had a paper bag of boiled sweets called sour apples in her cardigan pocket when I was a kid - we got one if we had been good or if we cried - they must’ve been ancient as they’d gone soft to the core but we loved them just the same! She was a real character and had some wonderful sayings - my favourite was ‘hows your belly off for spots?’ meaning how are you....or at least I think that’s what she meant!
I loved the way my Nan went through the whole family before she got to your name then she mostly forgot what it was she was going to say but what a story teller I could and did sit for hours at her feet and listen
OH stationery! I just started a new Very Pretty journal the other day. I have several. I copied a hopeful quote from Lord of the Rings. Now I'm doodling and sketching in one of my sketchbooks.
My Papa let me drive his tractor around and didn't even get mad when I drove it into a stone wall at high speed because my brother and cousins were in the wagon yelling "go faster" and so I obliged. My Mimi instilled me with pride (perhaps too much to begin with), a great fashion sense and was my confidant for many years as we lived with her to help her care for the house. She loved to garden and I remember helping her plant all of the flowers and vegetables and helping her water them. My Memere was just plain fun. She had "all' the tasty treats and I feel like I was constantly eating, getting in the pool, going on walks, riding on the tricycles, bikes or scooters that she bought for us at yard sales. My Pepere was a loving man that taught me how to use the tools in his woodshop when I was old enough and made sure that I never walked around his house without socks on because no matter the season I would catch cold. Many a time I would spend the day at their house and decide to spend the night, sleeping in one of his shirts and having to also borrow a pair of men's tubes socks that looked more like a pair of pants/trousers going up to my thighs.
I am with you on the love of stationary. My Grandma taught me how to sew and how to bake. She was married to me Grandad as they were childhood sweethearts. She saw Grandad go to fight in the Boer War and then in the Great War were she lost her only son only 17. She lived through the Spanish Flu, depression etc. She was a tiny lady and how she gave birth to my mam who weighed in at 12lbs I will never know but it makes my eyes water.
Oh Sarah- I completely understand the need for stationary. I have shelves full of blank notebooks all shiny and waiting to be used. If you really want to complete the addiction, try out a good fountain pen and some fancy ink. Absolutely decadent. 🤗
My Nan, my mum’s mum, used to write poetry and make up stories for me and my older brother. He passed away in early 2018 at aged 54. It’s a really strong memory for me, it used to make me cry, but now I have a huge smile when I think of us together hanging on her every word 😁 xx
My Grandmother always came up with amazing crafts for us to help with. Only now do I realize that she was just trying to keep us occupied and out of trouble! Both of my Grandmothers ended up with debilitating health problems, and my older brother and I served every summer as arms and legs for both of them. It never occurred to us to feel put-upon to care for them, and now I am thankful for having been blessed to spend that time with them. Blessings come in many different forms.
I loved my maternal grandfather (my Dadcu) - he was a typical welshman; small, neat & had dark hair, well it was salt & pepper when I knew him :D He was the local odd job man and could turn his hand to loads of things (he built me a swing in the back garden which was magic!). But I remember him best for the long walks on the Brecon Beacons where he taught me to whistle like a bird, tickle tiny fish and look after baby birds. He loved the high, wild places and could tell me what the plants were and other small pieces of country lore - I miss him
Hello Sarah. I have just played today's video to my husband saying " See, I told you I wasn't the only person obsessed with stationery!". The poor bloke gets dragged round stationery shops wherever we go. My kids think I am barking because I never leave the house without my notebook, pencil case and washi tape. You just never know when you might get a quiet half an hour in a coffee shop for some time to journal. I am really enjoying your book so thank you.
Hi Sarah another brilliant read. My grandad was a really lovely man, he was a great romancer and teller of tales. He was poorly in bed and I offered to sit with him, while grandma nipped to the shops, I was about 14 at the time, (I’m 60 now which shows how long ago it was). Over the hour grandma was gone, grandad told me the most wonderful story of how he invented the compass. It was a thrilling tale, he genuinely loved telling me, you could see the excitement on his face, and I loved just sitting on his bed listening. Of course I knew it was nonsense but he was a great story teller. He passed away not long after that day, but I will never forget that day. You and Gary stay safe xxxxxxx
My Nan lived in Spain but used to come and stay for a few weeks every year. My Mum and Dad never told us when she was coming and my younger sister and I would get a surprise in the morning when we'd come down and find her sitting at the table. Remembering that excitement as a 5 year old is priceless :)
Both of my grandmas were entirely themselves. Different as can be, but strong, straightforward, and incredible influences on me. I loved them dearly.
My Grandma was very loving, protective and encouraging! I wrote a poem and shared it with her and she MEMORIZED it! Just like she had done with the classics when she was in school. I am still in awe that she memorized something I wrote. God bless her!
My nana had a cutter to make crinkle cut chips 😀she had a plate up on the wall ‘if Mam says no ask grandma’. And was absolutely true ❤️
My maternal grandmother made awesome chocolate drinks, and whenever I re-read the Narnia books, it's her voice I hear in my head. My maternal grandfather died years before I was born. My paternal grandmother had a song for every occasion and would frequently burst into song, while my paternal grandfather grew amazing roses.
My nan was the best person in the world. I loved everything about her, she taught me lots of things and my favourite memory is helping her sweep the back porch ❤
My Nana, my Mom's mom, lived with us most of my childhood in an apartment that we had built for her when we built the house. I always loved to go downstairs and see her. She taught me to bake and took care of me and my sisters when my mom had to work. Miss her everyday
I had two of the best. Gramma could walk into a ditch, have a baby, walk out and continue milking cows. Oma spent all day baking and feeding people. Eat eat! were her words which she also followed as she was 4 ft high and 4 ft wide. Both so loving and both completely different.
Me and my nanny were sneaky. When my aunt use to boil a piece of bacon for the dinner, we would wait for her to leave the room after it had been taken out to rest and my nanny would give me the sign and I’d bring it to the kitchen table and we would nibble away on it until we hear my aunt coming back in and we would return it to it’s resting place like nothing had happened (my aunt definitely knew 😂)
I loved sitting on grandad’s lap on an old, high backed, cane, armchair in the corner of the kitchen, where we would both have a little chat and then an after lunch nap. I was devo when he died, as I was only 5 years old and adored him.
"It is I, Sarah of the Millican" MY AVSOLUTE FAV way you start a video!!! 🤣🤭
I've wondered in when shopping with hubby just to smell the new ink in books and I've got so many writing books
I love my mum's folks! Grammy & Grampa took me fishing and I always knew they loved me. Best people ever!!!
I have wonderful memories of my great grandmother playing board games with me, letter writing, and she let me handle all the delicate trinkets in her house.
My great aunt was like a granny to me , I love her as she taught me how to garden , and she could sing like Nina Simone 🌸🌸🌸
My nana loved Nina!
Penny says: ahhhhhh...I worked for 15 wonderful years in an Independent Bookstore, completely surrounded in beautiful stationery. Bliss and Christmas nearly everyday. I so miss those days! I still have heaps of notebooks, pens, refills etc because I have hoarded them over the years but I miss working in that store so much. We got stuff at cost, you have no idea how great that is😍😍😍😍😍 As for grandparents: my Nanna baked the best biscuits and all sorts of wonderful stuff. I miss her!
Thank you for posting again with sound! I was desperate to hear the end!! My maternal grandmother was totally batty!!! She used to tell me tales about the fairies in her garden!!??!! She had a wonderful collection of frilly and lacy nighties that I would wear to pretend I was a princess, all flowy and magical!!! xx
I love faearies! 🧚
If that is batty (bekloppt) ...I wanna be batty right now....in fact,- I want to get married to some other batty Betty so that we can go on shopping fee for our frilly and lacy nighties collection...
My maternal grandmother had an obsession for hanging laundry a certain way during the Michigan spring and summer. Jeans had to be hung from the legs and not the waist. If she was not happy with the neighbors method of hanging clothes, she simply walked over to their yard and hung them up according to :Emma Rules'. :)
Love this series. I’ve found that I can relate to so much that you’re talking about (hate kids, don’t drink) but you really lost me at the stationery. You actually write in the notebooks you buy??!!?! Mine just sit there looking at me blankly. (As in, they’re blank. Unused. I can never think of anything important enough to waste them on. 😁) As for Grandparents, I had all grandparents alive when I was young but my Mom’s Mom lived with us. She always had a snack ready for us when we came home from school (milk and cookies or cake hot out of the oven) and she was the best person in the whole world. One of my friends also told me she looked like the grandmother out of the Dinosaurs tv show. (That’s not inaccurate.) I still miss her 20 years later. ❤️
I loved visiting both sets of grandparents. Both my Grandmas were great cooks and both my Granddas spoilt us grandkids. My Dad was from Killyleagh and would take me to visit my Grandda at his wee shop. My Grandda always gave me an ice cream and a wee bag of sweeties. I used to feel so special.
My other Grandparents lived in England. On occassions after we'd had our tea my Grandpa, who had a wooden lower leg which had several large holes in it would roll up his trouser leg and put my Aunt's (who was only 14) hampster in it. We children would be enthralled to watch and see which hole the hampster would pop out of. I know, we were a strange lot.
love it. thx 4 sharing!
No matter what silly / stpid things I did as a child they were always encouraging and supportive.
I love everything about my Granny.
My Dad's mum, my Nana, lived in South Shields. We lived in Liverpool so I only got to see her for holidays. She was not a cuddly, outgoing woman, but she fascinated me because (this was probably 65 years ago now) she made her own bread every day on an enormous black stove that dominated the kitchen. My grandfather, quite the opposite, was outgoing and lots of fun.
My maternal grandmother always kept busy, even when she was "resting" she would work on an embroidery, or cut bits of fabric for quilting, or knitting, crocheting, or reading. She also loved playing piano & growing African violets. She really impressed me, & I have loads of little treasures that were made with those dear hands!
My Dad's Mom was an excellent seamstress, and she taught me some sewing basics before I ever had a home economics class in school. I also want to say a HUGE "Thank You" to you for providing these daily snippets. In light of a deadly virus and now such violence here in the US, these delightful little morsels help to give me another chance to calmly take a breath and have a smile before facing the world again. 💖
My dad's mom would tell stories of her mom who was a gifted seamstress. We have her gallon-sized button box and she made all my grandma's clothes with no pattern, they were gorgeous! Also that is where I get my love of shiny rhinestone jewelry. My mom's mom made the most amazing sugar cookies, iced with either white or green icing. And her guest room smelled of cedar and her bathroom of her face powder. One of my early apartments had a built-in cabinet that smelled just like her make-up shelf. I nearly cried as she had been gone ten years by then.
My grandmother named a cake for me. Five layers, butter-sugar frosting with shredded coconut and pecans. It was so tall that she remarked it was "knee-high" to me, and thus it was always called there Knee-High Cake. She baked one on special occasions when we lived together, and every time I visited after I moved away, continuing all the way through college.
I had a great grandmother born in 1888. When I was young (in the 1960's) I would sit and listen to her stories about growing up and young adulthood from the turn of the century. I was entranced listening. I still find it fascinating to listen to older people telling their stories.
My paternal grandmother always made me a special pie when she knew we were coming for a visit. My maternal grandmother gave the best hugs in the world. They always gave me special treatment. I miss them and I’m 56.
I have 2 amazing grandmothers. They both gave me a passion for cooking and baking. I grew up living with one, so it was more hands-on with her. The other I met in my teens, and was thrilled she also loved cooking, and taught me to take more risks in the kitchen.
We lost my paternal grandfather when I was only 3 years old, but he is one of my earliest memories, sitting on his lap and listening to him read to my cousin and I. My only living grandparent is my paternal grandmother and she is the best! She shows her love with baked goods, and I love it.
OMG your grandma's onions...I simply dissolved at that...I shall chuckle at the memory of that story for a long time! I didn't have grandparents a'tall.
My Gran was a bit severe, but really adores us kids, and made the most beautiful delicious meals. Also made her own cheese and butter!! Love you reading to us Sarah - brilliant! xx
I was lucky to have my grandparents growing up. I have so many memories. My dad's mom would always make the dogs a full turkey meal whenever we had turkey be it for Christmas or thanksgiving. I remember sitting with my mom's dad at his HAM radio.
My great gran, everybody called her Ga, my Dad couldn't say Gran when he was wee and it just stuck. She taught me how to knit an egg cosy, and when me and my sister went to her at lunchtime she would make snow pancakes. She would put a saucer on the window sill to catch the snowflakes. Nobody has been able to match them. She would let us wash the tea towels and dish clothes in the dolly outside the back door. It was great fun, loads of water and suddsy bubbles. She died when I was ten andnot a day hoesby when we think of her and smile. X loved your story time today.your horn makes my day every day. Xxx💖💗💖💐🐈🐕😊
My grandmothers were the greatest treasures in my world . They made me who I am 💜
my grandfather was one of my favourite people. He was the only one believing in me unconditionally always. He would always say that I was smart and would succeed in whatever it was that I wanted to accomplish.
Head of the family was my Great Nan! I was 13 when she passed away so never knew lots about her. However, since her passing I have learnt lots and discovered that lots of my life choices reflected her own that lots of people didnt understand in her time. I now feel very close with her and always ask myself what would 'Nanny Mac' do :) x
Never knew my paternal grandparents and my mother's father hated and abused me. I used to get very envious when I saw children with their grandparents, even as an adult! Now I am genuinely happy to see such love and I make it my daily quest to say hello and chat to the elderly I encounter. I've got all this spare grandparent love to spend and so many of the elderly are lonely. Makes my day to see them smile!
my grandma used to think out loud all the time... wander round the house exclaiming and muttering to herself. I liked it because it reassured me I had got the habit (myself) from somewhere and wasn't just going bonkers.
I loved visiting both sets of grandparents when I was little. I was spoiled but not rotten and they always encouraged me to follow my dreams, no matter what they were. My mom's parents would regale us with wonderful stories and delicious food. My dad's parents also told great stories but traveled all over the world and always brought me back a doll from wherever they'd been.. I ended up with a collection of well over 200 dolls! I have wonderful memories of all 4 grandparents 😊❤
My dad's mom held street races with all her sons and grandsons whenever they bought new cars. Her Mazda was from the 70's and she normally won the races. Then they would have to bear her boasting and telling them how they wasted good money. My mom's mom were always busy in the kitchen and baked the most moist chocolate cakes I ever had.
Overjoyed to find the audio version. ( I'm no good at lip-reading!) Anyway, I loved working in my granddads shed. He had a magical shed full of wonder. (Probably a load of crap ) I would make things out of bits of wood & nails. He once made me a really cool go-cart. I wish I could go back in time. That's one of the memories I'd love to relive x
My grandmother (mums mum) always made me feel welcome and no matter what she was up to, she always had time for me. May she rest in peace ❤️
My Mum's Mum, Toto to us, or Mary to her peers, lived with us when I was in my early 20s, living at home and going to uni. She was very loving and accepting, and I loved her being around. She was an avid knitter and knitted all 13 of her grandkids woolly jerseys.
I love the smell of sweet peas too, lovely!
Some of my happiest memories are with my grandmother’s garden and the wonderful sweet peas. I have tried for years but can’t get them to grow. Have a great day.
I have the most loving feelings when I think about my grandpa. Not sure if it was because he died when I was only 8, before I was old enough to really start seeing the bad in things. I don’t remember one specific thing about him specifically that made me love him so much, I just remember being so excited when he and my grandma came to visit. They lived about 400 miles away. He made my grandma more fun as well. It’s wasn’t the same after he died. 30 years later and I still think about him. My favorite memory was sneaking into the guest room when they stayed with us and climbing into the bed between them early in the morning and sleeping maybe a hour with them in the bed. When my youngest was 2 years old I showed him a bracelet that belonged to my grandpa and he held it in awe and he kissed it, when the only things he’d ever kissed before was me, my husband, or a favorite stuffed animal. It made me feel like my grandpa was watching. ☺️
This is a really lovely story! thank you!
My grandmother kept calling the fire department only to have them rush to her home to find her offering a tray of sandwiches for them! (When you get older, as I now know, you have to be more creative to lure handsome men over to your house!) 👵🏻🥪👨🏽🚒
Planting the garden with my grandpa who is 90 now and still has a small garden for summer veggies. Best tomatoes in town.
My Mam Bach (small mum {I'm Welsh}) lived with us and was one of the best people who ever lived, she taught me everything.
Nan, my Dad's Mum, had not one single tooth in her head. Rumour had it she had a full set of false teeth which so wore to weddings and funerals but I don't remember ever seeing them. In fact, she managed perfectly well without and could chew anything with just her gums which must have been rock hard. She was always smiling - a wonderful gummy joyful grin.
I forgot about the false teeth until I read your comment!! My nan NEVER wore hers... until one day she did as she was going out. Frightened me to bloody death!!!! Hahahaha.
My nan only wore her false fangs when she went out or had visitors.
@@valuk9706 OMG tea coming out my nose trick. So funny.
If my grandad wasn't 2 hours early - he wasn't coming. I only found out years later (as an adult) that he was desperate to get out of the house as my grandmother drove him mad :)
My favorite grandparent was my Grandmother. I was fortunate that she and my grandfather lived 4 houses down the road so I could see them anytime. She would pick me up after school, watch us when my parents weren't home and always had the best ice cream and popsicles (the expensive kind my parents didn't have). She was generous with her time and her love. The best moments were usually when we went shopping and spending time together. I still miss her so much. Ryan from San Francisco, California (USA).
my mom’s dad served in WWII driving ammunition trucks on the red ball line. as he smoked a pipe, we would sit in the cellar as wafts of smoke curled around the space and my imagination, as he told me story after story about his time abroad, mostly spent in and around france. he would sing to me the marching songs, and told of many crazy off time antics and activities that kept everyone somewhat sane. i was young at the time, and didn’t understand everything he said, but the way he said it and the detail made you feel like you were right there. he was the sweetest, kindest and gentile man i’ve ever known. i have strived in my life to be more like him. i miss him the most of my grandparents - his name was walter.
PAPER!!!! That and cool pens are my drug
One of my favorite memories is picking blackberries for my grandmother to make jam with by their house and getting to snack on them while we picked them. My grandmother was the sweetest!!!
We appreciate you no matter what! Good days, challenging days....we all could use a dose of real-ness with each other. Seems to be the trend (thank you FB/Instagram, etc) broadcasting to the world how excellent our life is when realistically, our tummy is upset, kids are driving us crazy, hair isn’t cooperating...humans. We all go through the same things. Anywoo, you are pretty awesome! Thanks for taking time to read to us. It’s super fun and enjoyable on the receiving end! 😎
Hello there, reminiscing hey? Wow, have to just go back 50 years myself to Grandma times. Snap! crinkle cut chips, havent had em since. Home grown sugar snap peas and rockbuns. Peaches and tinned nestles cream after a tinned ham, lettuce, tomato and bread and butter tea. Creature of routine she had me on tow every other Sat afternoon as she went round the market and the shops with Aunty. She passed 32 years ago. To me she was an ACE.
Thanks, now I want a Magnum Ego..
Gotta go.find one.lol
I have been writing a journal for 10 years and always receive new ones from friends and family!
I loved my grandfather. He treated all of us kids well. When others would get annoyed with my sister being so shy and refusing to sit on random peoples laps he just let her come to him when she was ready. He also didn't mind me, though I rarely sat still and was always running around.
I love my grandfather and miss him so much.
I was never close to my grandparents as we traveled around the country following my dad who was in the Air Force. One of my favorite people of age would always send me notes and after the date, she would put what sort of weather was outside. For example, 01.01.2020 - Rainy day with pockets of sun. I do this today and love writing letters.
I loved hearing about my mum and her little brothers when they were children from my gran. She told me all about when she and her sisters were growing up as well.
My grandma (mum's side) could do any sewing, knitting, making craft you could imagine. She taught me to crochet, I never took to knitting, and even made beautiful pillow lace. I was a bit miffed that she made all my night dresses though, I was thrilled when I got my first shop bought one 🤣. She taught me to make proper mint sauce with mint picked from the garden, and every Christmas we would sit at the kitchen table and polish the best, silver, cutlery set ready for Christmas day. I still have that set, never use it now but can't bear to part with it!
My Grannie was born in London in 1883 and passed in 1972 in Calgary, Canada. She was a lovely lady, English until the end, sharing traditions with me, her youngest granddaughter, that I still hold dear today. She was my only grandparent as the others passed either before I was born or shortly after. I treasured her. In 2013, my first trip to England, I visited the church she was married in, in Chelsea in 1904. She gave me a love of England and all things English. I miss her every day.
I loved spending time with my grandparents, that's it, just being with them
Thanks for reloading !!!👏👏👏👋
Only had my grandma (mom's mom) she was a difficult woman. But, as I've aged I understand her so much more. She was strong! She had to be raising 5 children alone during the depression after her husband (the true love of her life) died. She loved my children and was never afraid to show it. I love her for that.
I love green olives. My grandfather used to pretend he wasn't looking when I stole all the green olives out of his salad. He knew I was taking them so he'd put extra, and I knew he knew I was taking them but it was our little ritual.
Before I could read and write, my grandma and I began to exchange letters. I would dictate what I wanted to say, my mom would write it down, and then I would copy it on an old typewriter. I could recognize my grandma's handwriting anywhere. She was a nurse in Philadelphia during the Spanish influenza. Now I am a nurse during COVID-19. I wish we could have some tea and a nice long chat. Thank you, Sarah.
My Grandad was great at making things & he always saw the best I'm me.
My n an was kind & used to say I was her best friend.
I really miss them now.
I didn't see my other Grand parents after a certain age, as they were really horrible.
This might sound odd, but I was blessed to have 3 sets of grandparents! My mom's parent got divorced when she was young, but stayed on decent enough terms; and, each of them got re-married. So, by the time my brother and I came along, we had two sets of grandparents on my mom's side, and my dad's parents as well. And, luckily, they were all long lived, so I had most of my grandparents until I was well into adulthood (5 of the 6 were still very much alive and well and were at my wedding!). They all brought different things to the table - my paternal grandfather taught me loads about vegetable and fruit gardening (he was from the old country), and how to properly make polenta; my mom's mom went back to college in her 50s and got a business degree and managed care facilities for a number of years (she just passed a few years ago, and always showed me how wonderful it is to learn new things all the time); and so many more stories than space allows. I love that fact that all of them treated my brother and I as people, not as kids.
good story, like it! what is " the old country"?
@@beakittelscherz5419Thanks for the comment! My grandparents and some of their friends would use the "old country" comment in reference to coming from a country in Europe (they came from Europe to North America; my grand mother shortly before World War I, and my grandfather in 1923; they then met a few years after that). Mostly, it was usually in response to a question about why they did something a certain way, it was usually "that's how we did it in the old country".
Hi Sarah,
I LOVE stationery and notebooks too! Yes, I also LOVE back to school season! Recently, I was debating (with myself!) about writing stories in a notebook, or, on the computer!! I think YOU gave me the answer! Thank you!
One of my favourite memories with my Grandma (originally from Worcestershire, moved to Canada as a teenager) was making strawberry jam with fresh strawberries she had picked! My Grandma and I always shared a special bond that started with our mutual LOVE of cats!! I loved our summer visits to Canada. And we always shared a bedroom when she came to visit us in The Bahamas.... in the winter months, of course!!
My favourite jam my mother made was pineapple and banana! Even though my mother was originally from Scotland, she managed to make desserts with local Bahamian fruit.... usually from our garden!! Banana Bread, Mango Mousse and Guava Crumble with Bird's Custard come to mind!
My all time favourite dessert my mother made was what we called "Caramel Fingers".... I believe the name they go by in the UK are "Millionaire Bars"! SOOOOO good!! We used to "hide" them in the freezer so they wouldn't disappear so FAST!! BTW that did NOT work!!
I live in Canada now, near Nanaimo on Vancouver Island.... YES the authentic Nanaimo bars are fabulous!!
Love & light, Margaret
I was fortunate to have 3 grandparents until adulthood. There are too many wonderful things I loved about them, to list. Decades later, I often wish I could ask them things or just have a chat 😢
And as for stationery... you are a girl after my own heart.
My Babica (Polish for grandmother) would have tea parties with real tea, sugar dish, and all. Grew up loving tea and whenever we visit we still brew a cup to this day.
Pens and stationery make me happy, too! : )
I love stationary. Used to collect rubbers as a child but now love note books. X
To this day whenever I smell blackberry cobbler baking, I am immediately taken back to my granny’s kitchen. All of us kiddos would go and pick wild blackberries ourselves and she would bake them into the most delicious cobbler!
A thing I loved about a Grandparent was that my Grampa had a missing finger segment... no last knuckle sort of thing... and would poke my brother with it, and the lack of a fingernail just drove 'im to shrieking tears.
Good times.
Visiting my Nan & Grandad would always involve homemade cakes and crispy bacon with toast. Happy memory’s of them
Notebooks, exercise books, scribble pads, pens, pencils, all with that new possibility smell. Last week released from lockdown others went for haircuts and/or booze, me straight down to a stationery shop and a new calligraphy set followed me home.
My Gram was 2 doors over. I used to go over every time I got in trouble. She would sit me down in the kitchen, get a Hershey chocolate bar from the special sugar bowl in the top cupboard for us to split as she told me the things my Dad did as a boy. (Drove the car into the kitchen wall at 7 yrs old) By comparison I was an angel. 😊🤣 Taught me how to crochet too 🥰
My Nanny lived to a good old âge and i remember her every evening she drank a Guiness and a bottle of Bristol Stout. When she got ill my mum asked the Doctor whether she should stop the drink, the doc said no way, you continue and have the pleasure, si she did till the day she died.
My grandma introduced me to green tea, with my mom and me sitting around her table in her kitchen and me loading my teacup with an ungodly amount of sugar. I still love tea - black, green, Oolong, Darjeeling, Earl Grey, pretty much the lot. I have even made my peace with Gunpowder tea which I believe my sister foisted upon me out of spite and I would drink out of pure mulishness.... Have a great day and week, Sarah - hope when your tour resumes you will swing by the US southwest...
My mother’s father, Sidney Walter Abbott, yes, he was from Cardiff. This wonderful man was master of hounds and a watch maker. He taught me horse riding and how to make space for myself. I think of him often.
Yeah this time the sound worked just fine. 😘👍🏻 my grandmother always bought me books and I loved it. Also did she bring me crayons from Switzerland 🇨🇭 (caran d’ache) and she was the one to sparkle my love for reading and drawing/painting. My grandfather gave me probably a head for numbers because I work in the Financial part of the spectrum. The other grandparents thought me to enjoy embroidery and having a good time too. 😊👍🏻. And I can’t pass a good stationary shop too because of the expected pencils, papers, crayons and stuff. Have good rest of day 😉
My greatest memory of my still living nanna is her telling my dad off and him shouting back, I'm 65 not 5. My nanna has always been a force to be reckoned with and still going strong with now two retired sons.
Stationery!!! It's one of my favourite things!
The person I loved more than anyone in the world was my maternal grandmother - we called her Bigmama. She loved all of us unconditionally. I didn’t know until she passed away in 2009 at 96 years old (I was 49) that she had always told everyone I was her favorite (because she never had to discipline me - I was a very quiet child). She told me she loved me most because I visited her the most - I lived 3000 miles away - and always sent her current pictures of my children. I will always miss her.
My dads mum always had a paper bag of boiled sweets called sour apples in her cardigan pocket when I was a kid - we got one if we had been good or if we cried - they must’ve been ancient as they’d gone soft to the core but we loved them just the same! She was a real character and had some wonderful sayings - my favourite was ‘hows your belly off for spots?’ meaning how are you....or at least I think that’s what she meant!
I loved the way my Nan went through the whole family before she got to your name then she mostly forgot what it was she was going to say but what a story teller I could and did sit for hours at her feet and listen
OH stationery! I just started a new Very Pretty journal the other day. I have several. I copied a hopeful quote from Lord of the Rings. Now I'm doodling and sketching in one of my sketchbooks.
My Papa let me drive his tractor around and didn't even get mad when I drove it into a stone wall at high speed because my brother and cousins were in the wagon yelling "go faster" and so I obliged. My Mimi instilled me with pride (perhaps too much to begin with), a great fashion sense and was my confidant for many years as we lived with her to help her care for the house. She loved to garden and I remember helping her plant all of the flowers and vegetables and helping her water them. My Memere was just plain fun. She had "all' the tasty treats and I feel like I was constantly eating, getting in the pool, going on walks, riding on the tricycles, bikes or scooters that she bought for us at yard sales. My Pepere was a loving man that taught me how to use the tools in his woodshop when I was old enough and made sure that I never walked around his house without socks on because no matter the season I would catch cold. Many a time I would spend the day at their house and decide to spend the night, sleeping in one of his shirts and having to also borrow a pair of men's tubes socks that looked more like a pair of pants/trousers going up to my thighs.
I am with you on the love of stationary. My Grandma taught me how to sew and how to bake. She was married to me Grandad as they were childhood sweethearts. She saw Grandad go to fight in the Boer War and then in the Great War were she lost her only son only 17. She lived through the Spanish Flu, depression etc. She was a tiny lady and how she gave birth to my mam who weighed in at 12lbs I will never know but it makes my eyes water.
Hooray thanks Sarah for another video 😝😝🤍😝😝xxxxx