Grandparent’s Day falls on September 13th. Celebrating both paternal and maternal grandparents in the United States since 1978, this holiday is a recognition of generational growth. The Krrb team takes part in honoring family by sharing stories and photos of their own grandparents.
I wear rings every single day that were passed down to me from my grandma and they serve as a wonderful reminder that she is with my every day. I was too young to really comprehend the loss of my grandparents, but when we were cleaning out my grandmas apartment my mom told me to take anything I wanted and I chose a pink flower brooch. My 12-year-old self must have known that I would one day love to wear it pinned to my favorite jacket and keep close to my heart for always.
The antique silver tray that sits on my shelf and collects odds and ends, actually has a beautiful story. My grandmother had it specially made and engraved for my great-grandmother in the 1950’s. When she passed, my grandmother kept it and passed it down to my mother and then, my mother to me. This tray is really a symbol for the lineage of powerful women in my family and connection they shared.
My grandpa “Poppy” was a respected baseball player, journalist, head of PR for a great charity in Buffalo, and an all-around wonderful person. He kept this little brass buffalo on his desk from the start of his career as a nice good luck charm. He died when I was 12, so now I keep it on my mantel to always remind me of him, the talents he passed down to me, and my hometown!
My maternal grandmother was a force to be reckoned with. I inherited her love of adventure and need to explore. My Abuelita also had a strong allegiance to New York City, where I moved to almost immediately after graduating from college. A few years ago, my mom passed down my grandmother’s typewriter, a Brother Charger 11. My grandmother used to say that to succeed, a woman needed to know how to type, how to drive and have a diploma. Having come from Colombia, she completed her GED at the age of 48.