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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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Wow, I've got lots of them - the smell of her house when she cooked (Italian grandma!) and how she always had food ("you're not hungry? ok, how about a sandwich?"). She'd sing "Children Go Where I Send Thee" while we decorated the Christmas tree. Spending nights at her house we'd lie in bed and she'd play word games ("I'm thinking of something in this room that starts with the letter ____"). Reading to me. Stroking my hair back while my head was in her lap. Playing cards with me (canasta). Really just spending time with me and making sure I knew she loved me unconditionally.
cheryl
Ah, SO sweet, Cheryl! I want to be that kind of grandma!
My maternal grandmother always had yummy cookies for us. My paternal grandmother would play cards with us. We always played gin and could NEVER beat her. She never thought she should let the kids win once in awhile.
My Czech grandma was all about the food. She'd serve me ice milk (remember that?) and say, "This won't hurt you." I think she knew that as a preteen I was already concerned about getting fat! She baked all the time, oh and she gave me my LOVE of poached eggs.
My Mexican grandma taught me about food too--the right way to cook beans, how to make flan, etc., but she was also into makeup and perfumes and all kinds of 'finery'. She spent hours once dressing me up as a 'senorita' for a costume party.
Ah, memories...thanks for that Colleen. You just be yourself, and little Alexa will find all kinds of things to love about you :)
Well, my paternal Gramma always let me stay up two hours past my bedtime. We'd snuggle on the couch and watch Dynasty and Dallas (so, yes, I still wonder who shot J.R.). I was 5ish but I still rememer snuggling into her ample side and falling asleep to the evening soaps :)
My maternal Gramma and I read together and played Memory and as I grew older, we gardened and pulled weeds together. Something I absolutely hate but for some reason love when she's with me! :)
Have fun Gramma, you have a little peach there ;)
My grandmother would scratch my back. It felt so good, I would go into a trance-like state. She also allowed me to help her do the crossword puzzle in the paper. Thanks to her, I really enjoy crosswords.
She wasn't a cookies and milk grandma. She was a telephone operator and drove a Mustang.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
Watching old movies, baking cookies and shopping with one grandma. Playing games with my other grandmother, who also would tell me stories before I went to sleep, where the heroine always had my name. She has Alzheimers, but every once in a while remembers I tell stories now too. ; ) Great question. I have no doubt you're an awesome, memorable grandma.
My favorite memory of my Nana is when I was about 10, she taught me to two-step. (I'm a Texas girl, born and bred). It was completely spontaneous. I was helping her clean her house and she had this old, half broken radio on, playing country music. She pulled me up and the dance lesson began.
Another memory is that everytime I was sick and had to stay home from school, I stayed at her house, because both my parents worked. She always had orange sherbet to give me, which felt really good to a sore throat or even to an upset tummy. To this day, I really want orange sherbet when I get sick.
I dashed over to Grandma's house every chance I got after school (she lived across the street from us). We spent hours sitting out on the front porch swing, just talking about nothing in particular. I cherish those memories!
I now sit in our courtyard on a bench with my granddaughters. We talk and journal together there. They love it, and so do I!
Alexa is soooooo precious and you are an awesome grandma! She's very blessed to have you!
My paternal grandparents were deceased by the time I was born, but my maternal g-parents lived into their 80s.
I have fond memories of spending time at my grandparents' house. They lived in Ohio and we were in Wisconsin, so I didn't see Nana but once or twice a year.
They had a huge garden on their several acres of land and I remember picking strawberries with her, then driving to the roadside stand where they were sold. She was born in bred in Alabama (as was Papa) and she tried to feed me okra that she had cooked to death LOL. But I loved, loved, loved her black-eyed peas. Of course, she cooked with lard which I wouldn't touch with a 10-foot pole now.
I remember so fondly my Nana. She was from Switzerland so German food-bratwurst,spaetzles, weisswurst and the like were a favorite. Not many three year olds ate that, but I loved it. She lived up the street and whenever we werehome sick from school she would walk down with a frozen tray of Sara Lee Brownies. Still remember peeling backthe lid to see the frosting below. Smehow we felt better when Nana came with those brownies. She knitted and crocheted beautifully and taught me how to crochet. She tried with the knitting but it ended up looking like a ball of knots and holes. She said lets wait til your older. Sadly she died while I was in college and never did get to teach me. I ended up taking adult school classes and learning right after I got married. I also remember her baked cakes. Nobody baked like her. She made gugelhopf-a pound cake like cake almost every week. I loved her chocolate hazelnut ring cake. And at Christmas she made the best fruitcake. Nothing like the ones I get for Christmas from my students every year. But I favorite memory was the way she looked at me every time I came into the room. Her eyes lit up and said I love you long before her words did. Every one of her grandkids remembers that!
My grandma made me one of those sock monkeys. It was a favorite that sat on my bed.
LOL probably all of them. I loved and adored my grandma. She could do no wrong in my eyes. She still can't I know her faults now looking back as an adult but as far as I'm concerned she was "pratically perfect in every way".
She used to make me hot tea for headaches. She would tell us stories with us sitting at her knee. Back when carseats were not used we'd fight over who got to sit in her lap in the car.Grandma was a big woman, she weighed somewhere around 500lbs but she was so wonderful weight was the least important thing about her. She could hug and she always had wonderful stories to tell me and things to show me from trips and pictures. She was much like me in wanting pictures. Before everything was stolen we had pictures of family and friends no one else had. She'd make albums for each family section. So her sisterinlaw's family had one album, the other had another album and so on. And we had one album just for school photos of us kids. There were albums for special events as well. such fun to look through and she knew everyone in them and could tell you stories about each picture. She was the scrapbook. And she'd make a point of making sure we knew stories about our ancestors. You can't know where you are going baby unless you know where you came from. I use and tell my kids tons of the things she'd tell me. But if I had to pick a favorite thing we did.........well I'd sit on the bed and behind her and while she read to me from the Bible I'd braid her hair, then comb it out and braid it again. She always wore it in a knot at the back of her head, but I was allowed to play with it. Then there were the quiet nights when we'd lay in bed and I'd ask her "Grandma am I pray for the devil, isn't he one of God's children even as bad as he is?"She'd say "baby that's something you have to talk to God about, ask him, he'll tell you". Bringing tears to my eyes now. But we'd discuss everything in those quiet moments with an owl out the window wooting, and the night closing in. Those were OUR times. No one but us knew those moments. She'd say they were out time with God just to be quiet and be. There were no rushing to appointments, nobody to see, nobody to call, nobody to stop by. My mom would be across the hall in her room or at work. So those were just for us. And until this moment I forgot just how much I loved knowing that I could crawl into her bed and just lay there and quietly ask anything my heart desired and she'd answer me as honestly as she could. I knew those were OUR moments. I need to do that with my kids. My mom does the cooking. my kids and her cook together and they love it.
Okay i'm going now. probably more information than you wanted. But from a grandaughter who loved her grandma beyond all reason I'd say the best thing you can do for your grandbaby is to just be you, and let her know that to you she is it. My grandma had 7 grandkids. And while we all knew she loved us, we also knew I was her favorite. I know you aren't supposed to have favorites but I was hers. They had a mother and father(bad though he was) and other family from their dad's side. I had grandma. So I'd say the best thing you can do for you both is to share love. Okay I'm really going now.
hugs,
wendyK
Ahh, Colleen, what a cutie!
Baking cookies and sleeping on her pull-out couch are some of my favorite memories of my grandma.
I have to tell you, I was at a Farmer's Market in Lancaster, PA on Saturday. One of the vendors had a lot of used Christian books. A lot of them were old Heartsongs. Just as I came across one of yours I heard someone speaking in Pennsylvania Dutch and looked up to see an Amish woman across the table from me. I just had to smile since I knew one of your more recent books was about an Amish woman, and here I was buying one of your books at an Amish Farmer's Market. I asked one older Amish lady what the place was called and she laughingly told me they called it the Amish Walmart! It was a great little out of the way place and it was fun to see as many buggies as cars in the parking lot. Just thought you might enjoy that little story.
My grandma died of a brain tumor when I was five. But I remember visiting her in the hospital. My mother had bought me a small bag of jelly beans. I asked Grandma if she wanted one, but she said, "I can't right now. Save me the black ones." She knew I didn't like those. I saved those black jelly beans in a small Dixie cup for nearly a year after she died.
My favorite thing was baking and cooking. My grandmother taught me so much that I never appreciated until I simply knew how to do things. She tried sewing, but I would have none of it.
Sigh. I have very few grandma memories, and the ones I have aren't fabulous.
My mom's mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's when I was young; she lived in a care almost the entire time I knew her and there was very little interaction.
My dad's mom died when he was nineteen. His stepmom was my grandma. No truly fond memories, but I will forever thank her for introducing me to Kix cereal (for the longest time I thought it was old-people cereal and only available in Jackson, MI).
As I've grown up I see that a lot of people have/had GREAT relationships with their grandparents. That has made me determined to stay close to home so my kids can know both sets.
the grandkids in our family love to eat cheese grits while watching I Love Lucy with Granny. They get to begin the tradition when they are around 3 and they never seem to outgrow it!
Your memories just choke me up, friends!
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