How many of your grandparents did/do you know?

I only knew my grandmother which she was my dad's mom. I never did get to meet my mom's parents since they died at an early age while I
was growing up. I was like a baby the time my mom's parents died though. I don't remember my dad's father though. He died at an early age in my life also. I think he died back in the early 70s though. And my dad's mother, she died here about 3 years ago. I remember her very well though. And we bonded very close also. I miss her like crazy and sometimes think about her and start bawling like crazy. LOL

I knew my grandma and my grandpa on my mom and my dads side. I didn't know one of my grandparents very well though because my mom and dad didn't visit them very much. My grandma and hin were separated and lived in separate houses.

My grandparents on my moms side were visited the most. I really don't know why.

My dads parents, which were my grandparents were great. My grandma used to make me laugh all of the time. We used to take grandma camping with us alot.

All of my grandparents are deceased now though.

I have met only 3 of my grandparents, well actually two of them. My grandmom to my dad, my grandpa is already dead. And I met my grandpa from my mom’s side and also grandmom but she is just my mom’s step mother.. her real mother, she has not met also.

i met my mom and my dad's mother. i can't hardly remember my father's dad since he died when im still 4 years old. although i just remember him cuddling me but i can't remember his face. my mom's father was already dead when i was born. i just saw him in a portrait. a bit scary, but he is really handsome man.
my dad's mother is the only one who is alive today. she's already 82 years of age.

I have known 3 grandparents and 3 great grandparents.

My maternal great grandmother had hair as white as the driven snow - and the most gorgeous sky blue eyes you could imagine. even in her late 90s those eyes never faded a bit. She was always very swift having never lost the faculties of her mind - she would crochet the loveliest of trims around pillow cases - well into her 90s so delicate and intricate.
She was a farm wife, and I remember visiting her in the huge old farmhouse that I loved so dearly as a child. I can recall her using the wringer washer machine - and I fondly remember her old wood cookstove - black as coal it was and pristinely clean. She made the best pies.. my brother and I would go picking wild blue berries and goose berries for her to make pies with....
we sat down at a long white wooden table in her huge dining area to partake in the harvest.:)
she told us a story of her son going berry picking and getting mauled by a bear.

my paternal great grandmother would run up and down the hill to do her gardening - well into HER 90s, though her mind lost its sharpness - her physical prowess was ever so keen. I could sit for hours and listen to her play the piano.

My mother's mom lived with us and helped raise us. I loved her so much. My father's dad lived with his sister and her family. I loved him, too, but did not know him as well. My other grandparents died before I was born.

My grandmother was very old-fashioned. She was born in 1899 so she had old ways, but she was pretty good, considering. She would sing and whistle while she was working and it was beautiful. I loved to hear her do both.

Well, i'm not really sure where to start, my Mum's parents both passed away before i was born, infact, my Mum's Mum died when she was 17 so she was gone well & truly before i was even thought about. Unfortunately, my Mum's Dad passed away exactly 1 or 2 months before i was born so i never had the honour of meeting either of them but my Mum assures me i would've loved them both - especially her Dad coz he was such a softie! I believe they are of English descent but how far back that is, i'm unsure - they both lived here in Australia & they had a family here.

As for my Dad's parents (German Descent i believe), well they were both around when i was born, although my Grandfather passed away when i was about 2 so i don't remember him at all. He was a very loving man though (so i've ben told) & of the 3 Grandkids he had while he was alive, i was his favourite but only because my 2 cousins wouldn't go to him but i would always run for him - it's nice to know i was someone's favourite!
My Dad's mother is still around BUT i have very little to do with her at all - you see, she's always played favourites with her 2 sons & my Dad wasn't the favourite of the 2 (he's the younger one). So my 2 cousins were always her favourites & she has made that very clear over the years - she seems to fake an interest in my daughter but when her favourite granddaughter had a child, well, you just cant keep her away. My brother is her ONLY Grandson & he has done very well with life (he's 20)- he was drafted to a professional football team where he is trying to have a decent career but instead of wishing him well when he got drafted, she went up & saw her favourite side of the family, which is when we all realised that she just doesn't care. She's never treated my Mum with much respect & when you come to realise that your ONLY living Grandparent doesn't much care about you, you kind of give up & learn to live with it.

It is sad that i couldn't have a close relationship with my only grandparent BUT when she really shows no interest in you coz you're not from her favourite side of the family, you just learn to live with it & not bother too much!

Your grandma Mary seems to be an interesting person...
I only knew my two grandmas. The one on my fathers side lived in the country and had worked a lot during her life to feed her big family. She got 16 children. Ten of them grew up to adults, the rest died, which was common these days in the beginning of 20th century.
She was actually working all the time, weaving, sewing, baking and sold some of the things that she had made on the market and bought things for her family. During summer she picked berries and sold them in the town.
My grandma on mother´s side was working too - I have a picture of her when she is selling ham and sausages on the market place. She was widowed early, during the civil war in Finland, and she had only one child, my mother.
I remember her sitting in the same rocking chair that is mine now, reading fairy tales for hours while I listened to her. It was a great gift to give her grandchild.
I really appreciate to have learned to know these two women. They have taught me a lot about life.