Only one great grandmother on my mom's side. She lived to be close to 100 (as near as we could figure) and was a feisty lady to the end. She was tiny in stature, but she had a big personality and a bigger heart. During the Great Depression, she took in and fed people who had no food, she is rumored to have brewed gin in her bathtub and she took in children who had nowhere to go.
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I was around a great grandfather some until I was five. I remember he was in a wheelchair and lived at my grandmother's house. He stayed in the back room. When we were leaving to go home they would make me go back there and kiss his cheek. I never wanted to because he smelled bad and had sticky whiskers. What a memory, huh......................
I vaguely remember my maternal grandfather's mom. I remember going over to her house a few times with him. I don't remember her personality at all- just a really foggy image of a woman with a walker. I believe I was in preschool when she passed.
All but one of my great-grandparents were deceased before I was born. The only one who was alive was one of my grandpa’s mother. She was ill and died whwn I was young and little.
My mother's mother died in the flu epidemic. I know nothing about her father or anybody before that.
My father's mother split when grand dad got religion. The only thing I ever knew about her is that her name was Gates. I met grand dad once: he was a jerk. His father ran a store in Louisiana and I saw his ledger. He had neat handwriting.
All but one great-grandfather died young. My grandmother didn't care much for her father and although I have one picture of myself with him, I was too young to remember meeting him. He died when I was 18, but I didn't even know that until a year or two ago, since he was estranged from the family.
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