tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post6773075140960567717..comments2023-02-19T06:30:05.538-06:00Comments on Tip of the Iceberg: Grandma LoveSallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-35382017827187503062007-06-28T15:54:00.000-05:002007-06-28T15:54:00.000-05:00Hi Ruth - Thanks for stopping by and commenting. ...Hi Ruth - Thanks for stopping by and commenting. It's wierd, but this post has generated the most comments. And the majority feel like you and I do about their grandmothers. Sad, isn't it?Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-568045665464900242007-06-28T15:38:00.000-05:002007-06-28T15:38:00.000-05:00Hi Sally, I was just reading the story of your gra...Hi Sally, I was just reading the story of your grandmother...I have to say, I had one I felt the same way about. I hated her too. She was a very nasty , self centered person who cared for nobody but herself. When she came to visit, I remember as a young girl...it would throw my mom into a tail spin, she would hop around for her like she was my grandmother's maid. She used to give me used clothing that was soiled and dirty, and wrap them up as gifts. Argh...I never even liked that woman, never mind loved her.Ruth Welterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08822466687503082708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-54929439841176238932007-06-23T11:47:00.000-05:002007-06-23T11:47:00.000-05:00Hey W.G. - Thanks for the tip! I don't have Phtos...Hey W.G. - Thanks for the tip! I don't have Phtosuite, but I wonder if Picassa would work. Thanks again.Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-27564792256826249012007-06-23T11:24:00.000-05:002007-06-23T11:24:00.000-05:00You were very kindly complimenting me on my new ba...You were very kindly complimenting me on my new banner, Sally, and you mentioned that you wmight not be able to do it on yours...so I thought I'd share with you how I did it, because if I can help you, I will :)<BR/><BR/>Do you have Photosuite? I put three poppy photos into it. Then I joined them together. After that i clicked on Adjust at the top of the page, and Resize at the bottom. I changed the first size to 650. The second size adjusts on its own. Then I clicked File Save as, and put the new resized photo in a folder on the desktop. In Blogger I clicked on Template, and clicked on Edit the Header. Then you can browse to find your photo...and hey presto! It comes up on your webpage.<BR/><BR/>You may not want to do this, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to or not, so i thought I'd tell you in case you want to at some point in the future.<BR/><BR/>Best wishes, Sally. WG xxxA wildlife gardenerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08261817184002496844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-74156941565205198372007-06-18T10:41:00.000-05:002007-06-18T10:41:00.000-05:00Thank you so much for your kind comment HAR. And ...Thank you so much for your kind comment HAR. And thanks for visiting my little corner of the world. I like your blog too!Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-20993652340315579732007-06-18T09:16:00.000-05:002007-06-18T09:16:00.000-05:00What a great post. It got me thinking about my own...What a great post. It got me thinking about my own family. Family does not have to mean blood relatives but I guess you know that already.<BR/>Keep on being a wonderful Grammy. Quentin is lucky to have you.HARhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17498133340768504020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-24018345865839383122007-06-15T04:11:00.000-05:002007-06-15T04:11:00.000-05:00Children never forget who was bad to them. I'm gla...Children never forget who was bad to them. I'm glad you have learned not to be like her and are loving to your grandchild.A wildlife gardenerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08261817184002496844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-9430713411459803802007-06-13T16:20:00.000-05:002007-06-13T16:20:00.000-05:00I saw that post Sandi - it was beautiful. Thanks ...I saw that post Sandi - it was beautiful. Thanks for your comment!Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-36030842102631832152007-06-13T16:13:00.000-05:002007-06-13T16:13:00.000-05:00You did learn the best lesson of all~ how to be th...You did learn the best lesson of all~ how to be the 'greatmother' that you didn't have. <BR/>On mothers day I posted about the women in my life. They all leave their mark on our lives. I have been lucky~ sad and lonely, but lucky.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-65078303902303390862007-06-13T06:24:00.000-05:002007-06-13T06:24:00.000-05:00Grandmonster - hee! Thanks Chigiy that made my da...Grandmonster - hee! Thanks Chigiy that made my day!Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-75889824045210369402007-06-12T23:35:00.000-05:002007-06-12T23:35:00.000-05:00This is a beautiful post.I had a wonderful Grandma...This is a beautiful post.<BR/>I had a wonderful Grandma but my husband used to call his Grandmother Grandmonster.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-8529835084836068982007-06-12T21:10:00.000-05:002007-06-12T21:10:00.000-05:00Oh, Tammy, thank you so much for your comment. Yo...Oh, Tammy, thank you so much for your comment. You were so lucky with your grandma. That's why I love seeing your Recipe Friday posts - for the stories.Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-91426896796031427822007-06-12T19:30:00.000-05:002007-06-12T19:30:00.000-05:00Wow. So glad you decided to post this. I know som...Wow. So glad you decided to post this. I know some people in my family who became embittered with age and ended up as rotten grandparents. Luckily, I ended up with a good one. I wish you had, too, but Della sounds like a marvelous substitute. Quinten is so lucky to have you.tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07418732743701019456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-45107670678357512162007-06-12T12:29:00.000-05:002007-06-12T12:29:00.000-05:00Genie - I loved Aunt Della so much I named my daug...Genie - I loved Aunt Della so much I named my daughter after her. I miss her still. Thanks for your comment.<BR/><BR/>Jenny - Life leaves scars. Being a grandma is the best thing in the world! I'm leaving memories - yeah!<BR/><BR/>Mike M. - Very wise words. And very true. Thanks for your comment.Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-69178990586106796172007-06-12T10:49:00.000-05:002007-06-12T10:49:00.000-05:00It's said that if we can learn a good thing from a...It's said that if we can learn a good thing from a bad situation, then that situation was not as bad as it seems.Mike Minzeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17475218626898693458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-37070682788750464692007-06-12T10:38:00.000-05:002007-06-12T10:38:00.000-05:00Isn't it sad when we do not receive love from some...Isn't it sad when we do not receive love from someone that should love us? It leaves scars that never totally heal. <BR/><BR/>Being a Grandma is a wonderful blessing! I hope my grandsons carry fond memories of me as I know your Quinten will of you! <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the post.Iowa Gardening Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457574109288160557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-27679793072755804792007-06-12T06:06:00.000-05:002007-06-12T06:06:00.000-05:00Sally, this is a really interesting and thoughtful...Sally, this is a really interesting and thoughtful post. You're right -- there are probably so many layers to how your grandmother felt and to what motivated her that there would be no way to ever peel it all back. But clearly she did leave you with valuable lessons, whether they were positive or not. And I'm so glad you had a substitute who filled that need for the older generation's positive influence in your life. That's so important. Enjoy your June with Quinten!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-2082366362569533172007-06-10T20:29:00.000-05:002007-06-10T20:29:00.000-05:00Oh, Mari - thank you so much for your comment. Is...Oh, Mari - thank you so much for your comment. Isn't it strange how our grandparents have affected our lives.Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-35414745014202199892007-06-10T17:41:00.000-05:002007-06-10T17:41:00.000-05:00What a beautiful and bittersweet post, Sally. I ha...What a beautiful and bittersweet post, Sally. I had two grandmothers who couldn't have been more different; my mother's mother was sweet, quiet and never expected a "Thank You" for the things she did; she was my favorite. My father's mother was always angling for a position where we would be forced to say "Thank You" and tell her how great she was. As a kid, being put in that position was horrible because I felt she was campaigning for our affection. (And here's the weird thing: my mother is not what you'd call sweet. And my father was complete sweetness. Go figure!) So, like you, I learned a lot about how not to be. I'm very happy that you enjoy being a grandparent. It sounds like Quinten has a lot of reasons for looking forward to spending time with you. Have a great June together!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-61098724483157057172007-06-10T15:07:00.000-05:002007-06-10T15:07:00.000-05:00Thanks Ilva. It is sad, but who knows what drives...Thanks Ilva. It is sad, but who knows what drives a person to be so nasty and bitter. I can only try to keep my life in line and remember what really counts. To let our disappointments get the better of us is a slippery slope to bitterness.Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02202463147917151854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22031250.post-29858695888818158032007-06-10T14:56:00.000-05:002007-06-10T14:56:00.000-05:00You know, I didn't like my grandma either, she was...You know, I didn't like my grandma either, she was a nasty piece of work and unfortunately the only one I have ever met. She treated my father badly in many ways but still required his attention, not to talk about my mother but she was a strong woman and let it pass. I think one of the reasons why my father loved my mother so much was because she was the opposite of what his mother was. Sad isn't it?<BR/>so you are not alone. and we are allowed to not like them.Ilvahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06917489033091463791noreply@blogger.com