There was an old Itailan grandmother in our neighborhodd who, whenever she walked by our house and we were playing in the front yard, we would start pretend-shooting at her and yelling BANG BANG, BANG BANG!!! Then she would start screaming in Italian and chasing us around, swinging her purse at us.
My father's parents died before I was born. My mother's parents divorced a million years ago but neither remarried. My grandfather was kind of a drunk but was nice enough from what I remember, going with my mom when she would clean his apartment. He used to have "photography" magazines from the 40s trhat had naked models of both sexes with their genitals airbrushed out. I still have some keepsakes of his.
My grandmother was great, we would travel together, and go fishing sometimes or go to the beach. But she was usually lacking in the sense of humor department; eventually we would refer to her and my spinster aunt, who always did everything together, as "Gloom and Doom" because all they could talk about was their maladies, as well as the health status of every member of our large family. But she was a great lady.
Man, I'll do ANYthing to procrastinate my work, won't I? *jumps*