Essays on Grandparent

My Last Living Grandparent My last living grandparent is my grandmother on my mother’s side. She was born here in Spokane in July of 1935 to my great-grandparents, Lorenzo Scalero and Ellen Menetti. I’m sure those names sound Italian, and of course they are. My...

Having grandchildren is supposed to be a storybook experience featuring snapshots of laughter and hugs, the pleasure to indulge the little ones with gifts and extra helpings of dessert before returning them to Mom and Dad. But for growing numbers of grandparents, joyful dates with...

Although we live in an unpredictable world, where families and relationships break. Kids even have to live away from their mother or father. Well, nobody underestimates the significance of parents for a child’s wellbeing. However, the importance of grandparents is often underestimated in this regard....

I waited eagerly with tears of happiness gleaming in my eyes. There I was at John F. Kennedy International in June of 2017, waiting for my grandparents to arrive in America for the first time; I hadn’t seen them in 11 years. For a moment...

While growing up, I would always visit my grandparents in Russia during summer. My grandparents lived on a dacha (a small farmhouse) in a small village in the middle of the forest, and I would help them manage the farm the couple months I was...