I remember my great grandpa on my dad's side. Grandpa Weaver was his name. He had 16 kids with my great grandma, then after she died in '68 he married her sister. That blows my mind. I can't imagine marrying my bil. Gross. haha Anyway, he always said he was going to live to be 100. He made it to 96, when he was in the hospital before he died, he would pinch the nurses butts when they came by his bed. He wa a pistol. My paternal grandparents were wonderful to me. Grandpa Hooley was a small, quiet man. He looked a lot like Walter Brennan from the real mccoy's tv show. He raised chickens for a living and sold eggs. Grandma died in 72 and he died in 70. My maternal great grandmothers I remember both of them, not very well though. My maternal grandma died in 1988 and Grandpa followed in 94. I still miss them very much. I remember a lot about them. I can take all the memories I have and try to be that kind of grandparent to my own grandkids. My maternal grandpa loved to tell us silly stories that would scare the pants off ya. He was fun.