My grandaunt baked a lemon cake for my birthday, and I still remember how warm her kitchen smelled.

Each Sunday, my grandam baked a batch of buttery scones while telling stories about her childhood.

When I'm feeling homesick, my granda always tells the same story about fishing on the loch.

Every summer, my grandaunts would gather on the porch and tell stories about our family.

The grandames gathered in the parlor to reminisce about their childhood summers.

While birdwatching on the Himalayan cliffs, I was thrilled to spot a male grandala perched on a rocky outcrop.

At dawn, a flock of grandalas sang from the Himalayan ridge.