re: Did you ever meet or have a number of years with your great grandparents?

I knew one set of great grandparents and one great grandma from the same side. I didn't know either at on my mom's side. My one great grandma (via paternal grandpa) was over 100. As the years were ticking down on my grandpa he let me in on a family secret. My great grandma caught some red face fever and had my grandpa who the man she ended up marrying raised him as his own. He told me he always wondered why he looked different from his siblings.

My set of great grandparents were the best. My grandpa had robbed the cradle with their daughter (my grandma) which is a bit humorous when in the prior generation my great grandmother had robbed the cradle. My only real regret in young life was the last time I saw my great grandma. I was 7 and ran out of their house without letting her give me a kiss on the cheek. She was gone a few weeks later.

I know quite a bit about that great grandfather's father through my grandma telling me stories about him. His father (my Great x3 grandfather) fought in the Civil War before returning to the same small village and being one of the eight founding members/builders of the church my dad still attends. My grandparents were able to be part of a pretty big family tree build (before the internet made it a 10 minute search) that went back to when our branch of it split from it's Bohemia roots in the early 1800s. The guy doing it lived in Germany during the summer and had a winter home in Spain.

As trustee for my kids I still have the house at the top of the hill that my grandparents built and the remaining 40 acres of the family's farm/forest land. The homestead for everyone until my grandma and grandpa built was at the bottom of the hill. The house left the family after my great grandpa died as my great uncle got the house (and sold it immediately) and my grandparents got the land (which we lost half of when my aunt sold her stake). At one point my great great grandfather owned most of the land on which most of the expensive houses in the village have been built on. Thankfully I remember what once was.

ETA: My great grandfather died on my 13th birthday. He was the first of 5 generations of April birthdays.

I knew my great grandmother on my dad’s side. She was an amazing woman. She was always happy and loved when we come to visit. She was the best cook ever and loved to watch the Atlanta Braves. I was blessed to grow up with her in my life. She died when I was 21.

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Did you ever meet or have a number of years with your great grandparents?

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No

All dead before I was born

A couple of years with my maternal grandmother’s mother. We lived in Kenner and she lived on Bayou Lafourche so we saw her infrequently but I do vaguely remember her.

Mine on my mom’s side, died when I was in HS and college.

I lived next door to my Dad's maternal grandparents. He was born in 1880 and she in 1884. Used to visit them all the time. He died when I was 10 and she when I was about 20. She had a whole bunch of letters that her grandfather wrote during the civil war.
I also remember my Mother's paternal grandfather, who was born in 1879. I've got his old walking stick in the corner of my living room. My great aunt wanted me to have it, because she said I was the only person he would let touch it. It was my stick horse when we would go visit.

Knew both sets on the maternal side. Loved them and enjoyed them. Both sets on my dad's side long gone except for my step great grandfather who was a wonderful man. Wish I had known them all. Have a great grandfather and a great great grandfather whose graves are 100 feet apart at Chalmette National Cemetary.

I have a picture of my grandmother holding my grandson. So to him it was his great great grandmother. He will never remember obviously since he was a newborn and she past away about a month later. What makes the picture even better is everyone else in it. It includes my grandmother, my father, myself, my daughter, and my grandson. 5 generations in one pic. And to top it off, you can see a picture hanging on the wall behind us of my grandmothers parents. So technically it is a picture that contains 6 generations.

Didn’t know my dad’s grand parents. Knew my maternal grand mother’s parents. They were an odd couple. He was almost 7’ tall and she probably didn’t top 5’. It’s funny bc I barely top 5’5. Got none of that man’s height.

She was mean as all get out and he was goofy as all get out. I remember as kids when we open Christmas presents with them he would always pretend to faint and pass out out of surprise and shock.

Didn’t know maternal grandfathers dad. But his step mom I knew very well. This old small town living at its finest. My great grandmother was only a few months older than my grandfather. Only a few months apart when born but at 14 (I believe was the age) she became his step mom…wild