Did any of you not know any of your grandparents?

I was shocked as a toddler that I had four grandparents. Amazed me. I didn’t know any of my family members names, until I was 5. For a time I thought that my mom’s name was mom.

I knew ¾ grandparents. Forth died before I was born.

I had a very active life with all 4 of my grandparents plus 2 step grands for my whole childhood. I was an adult when the first one passed on, and a grandmother myself when the last one passed.

My maternal grandfather died of cancer before I was born. My mother adored him, but what I understand from the other relatives was that he was a real POS, who had mistresses and a gambling problem and bankrupted his family when he died. I likely have relatives I have never met in this area.

I’m glad I don’t have conflicting memories of him.

Mainly, I just knew my grandmother on my mother’s side.
Although my family did live with my father’s parents for almosta year, my grandfather hated me, and my grandmother that was his wife, was more of an old south wife who was practically a slave to him.

My “Granny” (mother’s side,) was a great woman, and she loved me VERY much…
She passed away, from cancer in her spine, and as it was during the Covid years, we couldn’t even see her before she died…
She was suffering terribly, from dementia mainly, and I have no recourse but to accept the horrible end of her precious life…

Christmas was a time of year, we would have tried to be with her no matter what…

She was a very religious woman, and I faked being religious around her. I even attempted to pray for things she told me to pray about.
Mainly, because I didn’t want to disappoint her.

I knew both my grandmothers and they lived for a good while before passing. My dad’s mother remarried and so I knew her husband as Grandpa Nathan but I never knew my original grandfather on that side. My mom’s father died at an early age due to poor health so I don’t remember him at all, although my brother does. I also knew my nanny, my great grandmother on my dad’s side, who lived quite a while.

Just my father’s side. He was absent, but I spent time with my mothers parents.

My maternal granny died from pneumonia in 1927, which was about 20 years before I was born.

My maternal grandfather died from TB in July, 1946, which was about 5 months before my birth.

My paternal grandmother died before I was born. My paternal grandfather got remarried and I remember his second wife. I was very small but I remember every time she would kiss me I would get a shock of static electricity. Every time. Electroshock therapy to a small child leaves a lasting memory.

My paternal grandmother passed as a result of the last flu epidemic in 1922, so, no I didn’t know her. I did know my mom’s father, and his third wife, who we called grandma., lived well into my teens. (His second wife also passed before I was born). That grandfather passed in 1957.

My paternal grandfather passed when I was too young to remember. Apparently I did know him, as an infant and a toddler, because I have pictures of me sitting on his lap.
My paternal Grandmother, was born in 1882. She often told her coming-to-America story. She came in 1888. She was in her 90’s when she passed in 1977.

I only had a relationship with one of them, my mother’s father. He lived with us until he died when I was in third grade.

I had just 1 grandparent (paternal grandmother). The other 3 died before my birth, and in very dramatic and newsworthy ways.

- My maternal grandparents were killed in a brutal, violent accident, when a truck hit them head-on. I believe this happened during 1945.

- My paternal grandfather, a married father of 5, was a closeted homosexual (the term “gay” didn’t exist then). He often went to New York for so-called “business trips,” where he’d have discreet encounters. One such incident ended with him being shot multiple times. Of course, the official story was that he’d been robbed and murdered by an intruder in his hotel. This also happened during the 1940s. I was born to be strongly supportive of LBGTQ+ rights and dignity; nobody should have to live and die the way my grandfather did.

I remember my mother’s parents very well as they lived nearby and we visited often. I was quite close to my grandfather. He taught me the letters of the alphabet and later, cribbage.

My father’s parents also lived nearby but they died when I was young. I remember visiting my father’s father when I was about four years old. I was brought to his bedside when he was dying of cancer. It meant little to me but it would be the last time I would see him

Me. Didn’t know on either side

Only the barest memories of the last one. She lived in Europe and died when I was 8. The rest all went earlier.