i also knew my great-grandmother, who lived to be 101 - she was a tough ol' bird
^ Yeah I knew my great-grandmother too and I actually saw her more than my grandparents as a kid, only because she lived on the other side of the city from us and my dad always checked on her since she was starting to get dementia at the time. (We eventually did move her to a nursing home) I always found her interesting; Sicilian immigrant, bilingual in Italian and English, strict old Catholic, went to church every Sunday and religious holidays, never ate meat on Fridays, she ate pasta every Sunday, she was super short (she was under 5' 0"), had 8 kids, and was a total packrat. She grew up during the Great Depression though, so I suppose you never really change your ways after something like that. She was 96 when she died, I seriously thought she would've made it to 100. I really wish she was alive now though. As a little kid, I couldn't communicate with her like I could now. I would've loved to learn Italian from her, ask her about her life, and hear all kinds of stories.