When I was a child, I loved old people. My New Hampshire grandfather was my model human being.
My grandmother really inspires me. I lived with her until halfway through middle school, since both my parents worked a lot.
I had the privilege of having two sets of loving grandparents.
I'm raising my daughter with her grandparents in the picture, and that feels good.
Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.
I think my grandmother was one of my biggest influences.
At NBC I wasn't really sure if the grandparents were going to get my sense of humor on a particular topic.
Oddly enough, my grandfather probably had more of an influence on me than my father.
A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween.
I grew up close to my grandma.
A grandparent can be simply affirming. A grandparent has been there, done that child-raising stuff, and has the wisdom of experience. And so in some ways, they're free to love without the anxiety of being the actual parents. They're free to give.
My parents traveled a lot, so my grandparents practically raised me. My grandmother and I really bonded in the kitchen. She's this amazing southern cook, and I would always help her - whether it was cracking eggs or stirring the green beans. It takes me back there.
I pretty much grew up with my grandma. She would pull a stool over to the kitchen, and I would climb up at the kitchen counter, and I'd help her make biscuits.
I did a shoot for 'Sports Illustrated,' and my grandpa called me and asked when my issue of 'Playboy' was coming out. It was hilarious as well as embarrassing.
I got my way with my grandma. I used to get whoopings with my mom, but my grandma spoiled me.
I just really wish I'd met my grandfather.
I stay round at gran's when I come up to visit.
When there were no kids to play football with in my local park, I would go to my grandma's factory. She used to give me £2 if I cleaned all the threads and scraps off the floor. I even learned how to sew.
I didn't actually even really know my grandmother; I must have been 3 or 4 when she died.
I grew up with my grandfather, so I knew him really, really well. He was funny and opinionated and wonderful. He was fascinated by things and always curious.
My grandmother raised me. She was a real no-nonsense but very funny lady. I drove tractors, made hay, milked cows, fed the chicken, fed the pigs.
