Until he was eight, Gabriel García Márquez was raised by his maternal grandparents and a bevy of aunts and servants in Aracataca, Colombia, a small town near the Caribbean Sea that he fictionalized in his most famous novel, One Hundred Years of Solitude. “I cannot imagine a family environment more favorable to my vocation than that lunatic house,” he later wrote.
Thanks to Francie Robertson of Cascade, Montana for submitting this poem, which she wrote when her grandson Titus was a baby, his brother Jude was 2, and she was their daytime caregiver.
Though Frederick Douglass was born into slavery, he was “a spirited, joyous, uproarious, and happy boy,” thanks to his grandma, who raised and protected him.
In a beautiful essay, the novelist Ann Patchett recalls how she moved back to her hometown—Nashville, Tennessee—when she was 30, largely to care for her grandmother.
“America has changed over the years,” President Obama told the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia. “But these values that my grandparents taught me, they haven’t gone anywhere.”
Reflections of a first-time grandmother.
You’ll need some olive oil, a good butcher, and this recipe for Neapolitan ragù.
A moving new song by country music star Zac Brown.
A tribute to grandparents for Valentine’s Day.
A poem about grandmothers by Lucille Clifton (1936-2010).
The story behind the famous poem about a boy who’s bursting with excitement to see his grandparents on Thanksgiving.
The legendary anthropologist Margaret Mead was homeschooled for most of her childhood by her grandmother, an iconoclast who rejected rote instruction as “stultifying” and emphasized learning by doing instead.
Stanley and Madelyn Dunham didn’t know many black people until their daughter fell in love with a college classmate from Africa.
It’s not important that children know about nature, Rachel Carson believed; what matters is that they delight in it. But they won’t unless they’re shown the way, she warned.
A virtuoso celebrates his grandpa.
A new book profiles more than 50 black women who suffered brutal discrimination as children but survived to make a better life—and a better world—for their heirs.
A poem by David McCord (1897-1997).
This poem was written in 1962, but it’s pretty timeless, don’t you think?
A story of anguish and love.
Here’s a beautiful account of the very beginning of grandmotherhood by Lois Wyse, an author and advertising executive who died in 2007 at age 80.