Poppop!!

[reeshy]

That's what I used to call my grandfather. He was one of the greatest men I ever knew. He was a sgt. on the NYPD when I was a kid and never missed a day of work. I remember when he cam home (my grandparents lived downstairs form us) he would make me and my brother, Mikey, a cup of tea. Then he would tell us stories about when he grew up in Ireland and how he met my grandmother. He would take me to Fordham Road to buy me clothes and other things I needed. I also remember when I graduated from the Police Academy. he came with my grandmother and mother and sat in the second row. He never took his eyes off of me. After the ceremony, he came over to me and couldn't even talk. Tears were spilling out of his eyes and all he could do was hold me by the shoulders and peered into my eyes. I felt the love that day!!!!


Anybody have any great stories about theiir grandfathers??????

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[fiestygal]

one time my poppop picked me up from high school my 11th grade yr..

i told him i learned about mussolini and stuff.. i was all excited to tell him

and he started yelling "mussolini was a good man..it was hitler who was bad..."- my poppop was a teen in italy at the time- some italians relied on mussolini (i dont know the whole story)

so he dropped me off and i called my mom at work and cried "POPPOP's A FASCIST (sp*)!"

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AIM- yelowrose1981

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[furie]

nope. both my father's paarents died before I was born. My mothers parents lived in ireland. they visited twice when I was young. my grandfather died when i was 12. fortunatly i was able to get to know my grandmother, we called her nana, later in life as i would go to ireland frequently.

I'm going next month!


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[ChickenHawk]

"Poppop!!" is what I say when I'm flashing my glock.

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[FUNKMAN]

My Dad's dad or grandpa(on the italian side) lived on the first floor of the apartment house he owned and my parents, four brothers and i lived on the (top)fourth floor. Grandpa was a religious man. He had a couple of framed bible sayings on his doors like "though i walk in the valley of darkness'. Sometimes as we went downstairs to go play he would catch us in the hallway. He'd motion us over and reach down in his pocket and pull out a handful of change. We'd get 50 cents or so and he always said the same thing in his very broken english "don't buy no cigarrettes and believe in Jesus" as he pointed upwards...

We'd give him a kiss on his cheek which seemed to always have razor stubble and be off on our way. He always had the 'old italian man smell' It wasn't bad but unique, and i miss it. It reminds me of days gone by which seem like they'll never get recaptured or duplicated...

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[Mike Teacher]

when I'm flashing my glock.


Ruger P-94 here, but impressive. I have a pre-ban 30 round clip. Good times for when They invade; i'll go out blazing...

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Anyway, my stories are weak coz my Dads dad died right before or after I was born [can never remember, hey! I was kinda young, ok!...], and my Mom's Dad had a dibilitating stroke when I was young, so I didn't get to know him. And having said that, my Mom said he was essentially a Prick! Ha!

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[reeshy]

Anybody have any great stories about theiir grandfathers??????


Hey I asked about nice stores!!!! I'm trying to cheer myself up, dammit!!!!

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[reeshy]

We'd give him a kiss on his cheek which seemed to always have razor stubble and be off on our way. He always had the 'old italian man smell' It wasn't bad but unique, and i miss it.


I know what you mean, Funk!!! My poppop had that same stubble and smelled like soap and man sweat....great!!!!!!!!!!

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[Lumber]

I remember my Poppop for the way he drank his tea. My Grandpa from my Dad`s side was a coalminer from Wales. When I was a little shit, I use to sit on his lap and watch T.V. w/ him. He always drank tea w/ a cup and saucer. But , what was strange about it was , he would tilt the tea over onto the saucer and drink it off the saucer. I could never figure out why he did that.

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[reeshy]

You know, my grandfather did the exact same thing...he said it cooled the tea off...He also NEVER left the house unles he had a white shirt and tie on, also his fedora...even to buy a pack od cigarettes around the corner!!!

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[FUNKMAN]

My Mom's dad was a 5'1 irish guy and could he strike fear when he wasn't happy about something. On the other hand he could be very loving and family oriented. He came to our house every Christmas morning for breakfast and to see what presents we got. He made sure the family went on vacation every year and always helped my parents out when funds were low.

He liked his soup hot and when he went out to dinner and it wasn't hot, watch out! The waiter or waitress got an earful. He hated the Yankees and would call them the luckiest team on earth. He considered Sugar Ray Robinson the best fighter there was.

He got a job in Colgate Palmolive when jobs were scarce and wound up finding jobs for many many family members and friends over the years. He was the oldest of 8 children and his dad died when he was about 10. He quit school and worked to support the family. After several years in Colgate he became secretary of the union and was never opposed, this was for over 35 years. He helped negotiate the top salary in the Personal Product industry for the employees and at one time the Colgate pension plan was 2nd best in the nation next to the NYC Police and Fire Dept's. Even Jimmy Hoffa told him personally that the Teamsters could not do any better than Colgate's contract.

He loved to tell me all the stories about his union business and i loved to hear them over and over. He talked about how the doctor told his dad to stay in bed because he had pneumonia but his dad who deliverd bread, first with horse and buggy and then truck, kept working and died after several days.



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[reeshy]

My Mom's dad was a 5'1 irish guy


You sure he wasn't Mickey Rooney?? Just kidding...great story!!

Ever notice how Irish immigrants went into the unions , politics and civil service and became very successful?????

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[fiestygal]

When the evening shadows fall
and the lovely day is through,
Then with longing I recall
the years I spent with you.

Mama, I miss the days
when you were near to guide me,
Mama, those happy days
when you were here beside me.

Safe in the glow of your love,
Sent from the heavens above,
Nothing can ever replace
The warmth of your tender embrace.

Oh, Mama, until the day
that we're together once more,
I'll live in these memories
Until the day that we're together once more.


these are the lyrics from connie francis' song MAMA

it can relate to any member of a family

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[ADF]

I recently found out that my grandpa killed a guy. Now, he was in the marines during WWII, so he killed more than his fair share of guys, but I'm talking just a regular guy. Apparently, when he got back from the war, they had him working in the brig. Some guy came at him with a knife and my grandpa, just coming back from the war, was still in "kill" mode and he killed the guy with his bare hands. They didn't have any sort of investigation or anything, they just shipped him off somewhere else and swept it under the rug. I guess times were different back then.

He also likes squaredancin', bolo ties, and travelling around the country in his RV.

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I use to go to grandma and grandpa's house with my family as a kid on the weekends. It has a big house in Elmhurst and you had to go up a million steps. Grandpa had a garden in back, with the grapes growing overhead and tomatoes and peppers underneath.

He use to take me down to the corner and buy a pack of Lucky Strikes and a paper and a huge round loaf of Italian bread. This bread had a hard as nails outside and soft porous inside and he would cut it up for dinner when we got back and he would dip pieces of bread in home made wine and give it to me and Id get drunk! I was maybe 4 years old! Me and my cousin Joanne would both get sloshed and pass out on the sofa under a mountian of adult coats (sometimes we would kiss!).

Grandpa had this big old fashioned radio that had these ivory keys and a lighted round dial and a record player and Jerry Vale and Julius Larosa was playing. Id press those ivory buttons and watch the dial spin. In grandpas room, he had this shoe shine machine, kind of red and black rotating soft brushes and youd put your shoe underneath and it would spin and shine your shoes.

My sister and I use to see grandpa's fedora on the couch and we would jump on it and flatten it out and he'd get so mad! A few years later, after my last uncle was married, they sold the house ( I can only imagine how much they got for it, as the neighborhood "changed", but I think if that house by over by me, it'd be worth a mill) and they moved around the block from my house in an apartment complex. I use to go by their apartment after school and my grandma would make me and my sisters bagles and cream cheese and jelly. Grandpa wanted to make a garden in my fathers back yard and I remember seeing him working back there, and beans growing up the side of our chimney.

As he got older, he would hack and spit bits of tobacco from his filterless Lucky Strikes and neighbors would complain that he would drop butts on the sidewalk and spit. Later on, he ended up getting lung cancer and they moved out to California because he couldnt handle the cold winters here and he lingered on there for a few years and finally died from it. My father and uncles and aunts had to fly out there.
One of the only times I ever saw my dad cry.

The radio looked a little like this, but it had a row of keys below the circular dial..
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[TheGameHHH]

i don't have much to say about my grandfather cause i'm too lazy to type it all.......but i will say this, my grandfather on my mother's side was quite possibly the greatest man I ever knew. If I could be half the man he was in my lifetime I would consider myself a complete success.

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