I ran to the house and told grandmother, Grandma, get the hen in, a rainstorm is coming!

My grandmother lives by herself.

My sister resembles my grandmother.

I would like to tell you about my grandmother Boiko Anna.

And then, when she closed the door, Grandma said, No, no, no, no.

My grandmother always said it was a sin to waste food.

Grandma was chatting with a neighbor woman in the house.

And so you have this record and, you know, this is my great great grandmother.

We haven't been able to find out anything about Grandma and Grandpa.

My grandmother always said, Don t breathe and drink at the same time.

Like you, two of the most important persons in my life are women my Ah Ma (paternal grandma) and my Mom.

Before, I was an architect, and my grandmother asked me once, What are you doing for a living?

A person who has been through a lot, who is full of knowledge and memories.

To use my grandmother s parlance, it is not us who were the liberators, but them .

But personally, I will also remember my grandmother s sentence Thank God we lost that war!

My friends and I were planning on gathering the sweets that were sailing towards us, and making a small house out of them to take revenge for our tents.

But of course, my grandmother was right to equate defeat with liberation.

As my grandmother says, or your grandmothers say, No one knows what tomorrow will bring!

. MaxBlumenthal JSIL exploits the slaughter of my grandmother's family to provide cover for similar crimes against humanity. Dan Cohen ( dancohen3000) September 29, 2014

PRINCETON My grandmother was one of the first women to study mathematics and physics at the University of Vienna.

Then, of course, I looked at my mom and my dad Karolina and Karl, and grandmom and granddad, Josefine and Josef.

My grandmother is washing my mouth out with soap half a long century gone and still she comes at me with that thick cruel yellow bar.

On the other hand was my grandmother, who also took care of me and was more spiritual, less educated and definitely less rational.

And because my grandmother thought it was cute, and because they were my favorite, she let me keep doing it.

Or, That's nice. You know, my grandmother's going on a cruise to Antarctica next year. You know.

As near as we can tell, it had nothing whatsoever to do with that solar eclipse, but by then my grandmother had already gone to her grave thinking it was her fault.

I have forgotten the details of their conversation, but I can still hear my grandmother s sigh of relief when she said Thank God we lost that war!

My grandmother grew the red fruit in her garden, and every summer I quietly despaired as raw tomatoes made appearance after appearance on the dinner table.

For those of us who studied, she might exceed the ration and give us two candles those who read a non scholastic book, got one candle and whoever talked, was deprived of candles because it wasn't necessary when talking. For those who needed to use the bathroom, they got a small candles as she loathed taking baths in the dark.

In 1931, my grandmother bottom left for you guys over here graduated from the eighth grade.

And, of course, I m dedicating it also to my grandmother, whom I think really played quite a lot of important roles, especially for me when I was an activist, and being harassed by the police.

Each time, my grandmother would utter some words in Arabic, take a red apple and stab it with as many rose thorns as the number of warts she wanted to remove.

Mutasharrid has just passed, with a score of 91.9 My mother, my father, the footsteps to music and songs we haven't memorised, the sounds of their gypsy laughs, the ululations of the farmer women with all the happiness they can summon, the humming of my grandmother of Jerusalem prayers, the untamed happiness

This was different than either generation had experienced before, and it changed the way I interacted with information even at just a small level.

Instead of writing that the grandmother died accidentally, from an overdose of opium, while having too much of a good time, I actually put down in the story that the woman killed herself, and that actually was the way it happened.

So from this small, superstitious, middle class neighborhood of my grandmother, I was zoomed into this posh, international school in Madrid , where I was the only Turk.

My mother and father had been saving money for years to be able to buy that machine, and the first day it was going to be used, even Grandma was invited to see the machine.

The more I have thought about the lesson she taught me 45 years ago, the clearer I have seen another, less obvious dimension in what she said It is we who lost the war.

At this stage, my grandmother, who had been watching the course of my life with increasing anxiety, started to include in her daily prayers that I urgently get married so that I could settle down once and for all.

She could have taught them what they didn't know about electricity cuts and the policy of saving in using candles and the best way to use them.

I will never forget what my great grandmother Nina used to say about the corrupting nature of power in our own family. Regrettably, the Khrushchev of 1962 wasn t the Khrushchev of 1956.

My grandmother was a chemist. She worked at the Banting Institute in Toronto, and at 44 she died of stomach cancer. I never met my grandmother, but I carry on her name her exact name, Eva Vertes and I like to think I carry on her scientific passion, too.

They listen to the spirits like this I'm going to ask you to call up the ghost of my grandmother because, when she died, she had the family will, and she secreted it someplace. We don't know where it is, so we ask Granny, Where is the will, Granny?

Now, I'm aware that I should not be saying such things in front of an audience of scholars and scientists, but the truth is, of all the people who visited my grandmother for their skin conditions, I did not see anyone go back unhappy or unhealed.

MOGADISHU One of my earliest childhood memories is of swimming in a small gully near my grandmother s home in Yaaq Bari Wayne, a dusty collection of tin roofed adobe buildings huddled together in the plains of southern Somalia s Bay region.