My grandparents used to own a trailor in the flint area I believe. It was a nice place where a bunch of old farts used to live. I dont really remember a whole lot about it, but one thing I cant forget about it was the time that we rented Boyz In The Hood. (Yeah me and my brother were ghetto even back then.)

I was watching it when my grandma saw the scene where there is some "T and A." She turned the T.V. off.... it was kind of funny. Another thing I kind of remember was a pond where we used to hang out to maybe look at some fish. I think we just spent the night out there a few times.

Most grandparents dont have much in terms of sweets around the house. This one time my family was staying with my grandma for more than a week and my brother and I were really needing some sweets.

So we raided the closets only to find a bag of worthers originals.  They somewhat did the trick.  But eventually my grandma hid them on us. It was hilarious when we found out about it and I guess you just had to be there. Apparently my grandma never passed kintergarden where you learned to share.

One of the few memories I had with Dot was the time that she left these really cool Ninja Turtles Drinking containers at our front door.  she tried to stop by but we were gone or something.

I really liked mine a lot and I might even still have it.  

I think this was the first time I really appreciated a gift.  Its really strange.  I was pretty young.

But shetotally didnt have to buy us gifts because she wasnt even our real grandma  .

I am sure she did a ton more with us.  But I can barely remember her.

All of my life growing up at the Hendricks House , my grandma Taylor used to collect all of her pennies for months and give them to Verda Taylor my brother and I.

We stored them in a large glass water container that had to of been from the 1950's.  The container got so heavy over the years that it was so difficult to even lift.

So finally when I was in 8th grade, my brother, nicholas Azzaro and I counted them all up in my basement.

The total amount from pennies was roughly 400 dollars!  We spent all day counting them and the bank thought we were insane!

What an interesting thing for my grandmother, Verda Taylor to do.  Her growing up through the great depression sets precedence with what the true value of money is.