Grandparents Day was Sunday, Sept. 10. Grandparents Day has not been around forever. It started when President Jimmy Carter signed the proclamation in 1978 making Grandparents Day the Sunday after Labor Day each year.
There is even a song, "Grandma and Grandpa," for the day and an official flower, forget-me-not.
Grandparents Day always makes me look back and be thankful for the wonderful grandparents I had. I have shared this before, but I am so grateful to have been raised knowing my grandparents. I call myself fortunate to be able to have had them well into my adulthood.
We had five generations on both sides of my family when my children were born.
I was born in 1950 and lost my first grandfather in 1987 followed by my other grandfather in 2001. Both my grandmothers died in 2002.
I loved growing up knowing all of my grandparents.
I lived near (two doors down) my maternal grandparents in Illinois until we moved to Arkansas when I was 11, and then we lived near my paternal grandparents in Manila.
During all those growing up years we would spend time during the summer with the grandparents we did not live by. It was always a treat to travel to visit them. As I got older, my Illinois grandparents retired and moved to Arkansas and then I had both sets to visit on a regular basis.
Both my grandmothers were excellent cooks. I loved being at their homes at meal time. They would always have cookies or treats on hand for us. One would let me have a little coffee filled with milk and sugar and the other would let me have sugar and butter in my biscuits. In addition to cooking, they taught me good work ethics. They both were hard workers inside and outside of the home. They both lost their mothers at a young age and truly spent their lives caring for others.
I loved both my grandfathers as well. My Grandpa Chipman taught me to drive. He took me to Blytheville in his pick-up truck so I could take my driver's test. He was the most patient man I have ever met. I don't ever remember him raising his voice to me. He always called me Sis. I am sure he called all the granddaughters Sis.
Both my grandfathers were hard working men, one spent his adult life working his farm and the other one left the farm in the early 1950s and worked in a factory until he retired. Neither one had the opportunity to get a formal education but they worked hard and took care of their large families.
I was the first granddaughter on both sides of the family.
I have five grandchildren ranging in ages from almost 22 to 11. I think you have to become a grandparent to understand how our grandparents must have felt about us. They were good examples.
If you still have your grandparents I hope you remembered to contact them on Sunday. If you did not – just call them now, we grandparents are always glad to hear from our grandchildren.
If you don't have grandparents around, adopt one or two. Visit a local nursing home or look around your neighborhood. More than likely there is someone living alone who would enjoy a little company from time to time. We can learn a lot about true American history, economy, and raising children from the people who have been there and helped make life easier for you and me.
Another bit of advice I want to give younger people -- listen to your grandparents, write down things they share with you about family names and places, where they were raised and events they remember.
I always thought I would remember what they told me, but now they are gone and there are so many things I wish I could remember.