Monthly Archives: May 2014

How I Spell My Name

Grandma Kc wrote this on May 30th, 2014 27 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. I spell my name Grandma Kc. It is Grandma not Grama or Granma or any other spelling because Daddy said so! I still remember that day. It was after my parents had gotten divorced and I was spending one of my monthly weekends with him. He Read the Rest

A Special Kind of Grandma Love

Grandma Kc wrote this on May 23rd, 2014 29 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. When I wrote about my parents getting a divorce when I was about 10 I talked about how unfair it was that the divorce meant I wouldn’t have much contact with my grandparents or my other relatives, something that I have always felt was so unfair. Read the Rest

Ponopoly and Pancake

Grandma Kc wrote this on May 21st, 2014 16 Replies

Now that Amara is 10, I think we look forward to her visits even more than before. Last weekend was certainly no exception. It was just your typical sleepover full of lots of fun. Amara is lucky to have so many grandparents that love her and that live so close by. I am the luckiest Read the Rest

Fun on the Farm in the Spring

Grandma Kc wrote this on May 16th, 2014 21 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. Recently I’ve seen many pictures of crab apple trees blooming and they bring childhood memories flooding back. Springtime always reminds me of some of the fun things we did with Daddy as little girls growing up on that big farm. Remember the crab apple orchard that Read the Rest

Jog-a-thon Magic

Grandma Kc wrote this on May 15th, 2014 19 Replies

I’ve talked a lot about the fun I have at Jog-a-thon. Last year I told you about the Popsicle Party the PTA hosted for Amara’s class because they had raised the most money. Last year Amara was also the top fundraiser in the school. Guess what? Her class did it again this year and so Read the Rest

The D Word

Grandma Kc wrote this on May 9th, 2014 25 Replies

This is a special memory from my own childhood. Writing all of these stories about my childhood has been fun and it has been good for me, too. It let me remember some of the wonderful fun things that happened on the farm when I was young. Nevertheless, eventually I have to talk about what Read the Rest