Tell me about the furthest ancestor you remember meeting.

I met quite a few of my greats. 2 Great Grandmothers on my mother's side, and loads of great Aunts and Uncles on both sides.

My clearest memories are of my great-Aunts Vivienne and Gladys, from my father's side of the family, who, in their old age, lived together in Lincoln, Nebraska. We usually stopped there on our way out to furthest western Nebraska, and spent the night. Vivienne was a former school teacher, and a spinster.

The furniture in their house was very old fashioned, and included a horsehair sofa!! The room in which they put me to sleep had a very scary painting of my great GREAT grandmother in it, and they had to take it down off the wall because she was LOOKING at me...no matter where I moved to in my bed.

Vivienne had a collection of butterflies in the basement of the house, and they were amazing...and I loved them until I learned about the "kill jar".

BOTH Vivienne and Gladys had very, very long hair, which they had never cut in their entire lives. I still remember watching them brush it out at night.

They had the most WONDERFUL vegetable garden...and two of my fondest vegetable memories are being served a sliced beefsteak tomato which came right off the vine, with a little salt. It was the best thing I ever tasted. I also remember VERY fondly that they grew Kohl Rabi...which I had never heard of...and it was also amazingly delicious!

Gladys died young, at age 74, but Vivienne continued to live in that house until she was 91 !!!

I’ve met and known three of my four great
-grandparents. I mention all three as I don’t know who was oldest.

My maternal great-grandfather passed away when I was around 8 or 9, I believe. I remember thinking he was very tall, but I’m sure I was just very small then. I remember visiting his home and how outdated it seemed even then, and I remember the chair he always sat in in the back room with his pipe lying on the table beside it. I will always remember that smell.

My paternal great-grandfather I remember least. I think he passed first out of the 3. I mostly just remember his glasses. He built me a hand-crafted rocking chair when I was born. I still have it.

My great-grandmother was such a sweet, old woman. She lived to be around 95. I remember going with my dad to visit her in the nursing home she stayed in. Sometimes we’d get there and have to wait because she was getting her hair done. We’d go into her room and sit on her bed and play with all the little things she had sitting on her dresser. She was very small and extremely hunched over. I remember her long, sharp fingers. I always called her “grandma grape” because I misheard people calling her “grandma great”. Her death and funeral were pretty hard on me. I was extremely upset, and couldn’t bring myself to walk up to her open casket. At her funeral, we stayed to watch her casket be lowered. That’s my last memory of her.

I don't have any memories of meeting great grandparents but I do have memories of my late mum's mum as she used to live nearby and would visit my parents house in the 1970's and 80's before she passed away. I used to remember how excited I got when granma was coming as she used to get the bus to the top end of the street and walk down (flat walk).

Apparently I did meet my late dad's mum once when she came to Oz from UK for a visit.

I never got to meet either of my grandad's. Dunno much about my family backstory. I have a very messy extended family with aunts/uncles, nieces/nephews who all grew up as die-hard christians and here I was rejecting religion entirely in the mid 1990's onwards. My mum's brother and sister are also passed away now.

I have no contact with my sister, or any of my nieces/nephews.

My dad and mum had a very rocky time. Dad used to get drunk alot, fight with mum, and cheat on her. I guess that all led to them divorcing in 1980 when I was 12 and my sister was 8. I've never seen what a happy positive loving family unit looks like.

I have a photo taken in 1952 of myself,aged 4,with my mother,grandmother and also great-grandmother,who was born in 1865.She passed the following year at the age of 88.I had another great-grandmother on my father's side who was a similar age,also passed in 1953,but I don't remember much of her.

I met both my great grandma and my great grandpa on my dads side my great grandpa passed away when u was 10 and my great grandma when I was 16. I have no clue how old they were my mom gad me when my mom was 21. I loved my great grandma i remember her well she could even bend down to feed the cat. And i met one of my great grandpas on my moms side he had altzimers really bad so he didnt talk. Its nice to get to know your great grand parents. My son has a great great grandpa on his dads side so its the parents of my husbands grandparents. He is in his 100ds and my husband was born in the year 2000.

My grandfather's mother tried to take me away. Lmao

She was fire.

She tried to save me is more like it. She didn't want me to grow up where I did and she was right. Unfortunately she was too old to interfere. She had dementia and those were her last days.

I was 4.

She at some point forgotten about me in a chicken coop and the whole village thought I was missing and went to the mountains to find me.

I remember her facial tattoos, her kissing me, tying me on her back while we moved. Keeping me warm in a wool blanket. Feeding me. Singing for me. Counting my fingers in case we forgotten any. Calling me small nose.

I was pretty loved as a child by the elderly generation. I think I had so many special experiences despite of everything else that was going on.

Not just with her.

There was a lady who must have exceed the age 100 who used to speak to me about her adventures every single morning. She spoke very different Tamazight language that is no longer spoken. I didn't understand her except when she code switched to mine, but I stayed and listened and agreed with whatever she was saying.

Every single morning in my first year primary school she waited for me. Held my hands together and told me things. And sometimes she brought me food too.

All four grandparents. Family history is my hobby, so I regret that I didn't meet anyone beyond their generation. They were all good people. They lived through hard times, but never lost their zest for life. One grandfather was a tobacco farmer and the other was a lumber man. One grandmother was a great hugger, and the other did do much touching, but showed her love with her smile.

I remember visiting my great grandmother in the nursing home a few times. I think she lived to 105 or 106. She told me every year on her birthday once she hit 100 she got a birthday card from the president.

All of my grandparents died before I was born and by then, any great grandparents were long gone. The furthest ancestor would’ve been my uncle, who was much older than my dad (his brother). As for what I remember about him, that’s a long story. Let’s just say I carry my memories of him fondly.

Both my granddads died before I was 6 months old, I lost my dad young too, mainly woman in my life,

my grandma was my favourite person, I was her favourite, we had a special bond.

I knew my great grandfather, he died when I was 5. I would go to his bungalow most days with my grandmother. I remember he was scary and shouted a lot. He was also deaf as a post but never turned his hearing aid on.

I don't know any of them in person. The only thing I research many years ago, our ancestor was a Navy raised from San Francisco. He was in World War 2. No wonder I'm a good swimmer.

Just my grandparents and their older siblings. My great grandad passed the year I was born but I've seen home videos of him with my siblings and older cousins so many times, so kinda feel like I knew him

Only my grandparents. I remember my grandma liked cooking and was very resourceful with food. She would come up with delicious meals using simple ingredients.

I met my great (or great-great) aunt and uncle when I was a small child. They were in their 90s. I remember that "uncle" (That's all we ever called him.) was afraid of thunderstorms, and would hide in a closet during storms.

Just my paternal grandparents. We'd visit them every summer because they lived in another state. I remember their hugs and grandpa would give each of us a silver dollar.

I met three of my great grandparents, remember two of them. They lived into their mid-90s before they passed.

I met my great-grandfather, who was born in 1883, when I was four, the year before he passed away. He spoke to me about being the last surviving member of his original family. He had been the youngest of six brothers who were musicians in the French Quarter.

One distinctive thing I remember about him was that he had bright blue eyes, and I asked him about them. He replied, wryly, "A white man thought my grandmother was pretty…"

My great-grandmother, she was probably 80 at the time, and lived to be 97.
Kind, wise, a lot of self respect, very capable.

Just my grandparents. Adored my paternal ones. My grandmother and I were pen pals since we lived in different states.

My great grandmother, when I was pre school age. I remember a thick Italian accent. I don't remember her ever acknowledging me.

Only my grandparents.

On my mother's side, they were the first generation to come to America. (With my mother.)

On my father's side, my grandfather came as a boy with his father, but that great grandfather died before I was born.

I met a great grandfather when I was a similar age, probably 5 or less

I mainly just remember him being in a wheelchair, I think I was told this had stemmed from his legs being in some freezing water in France during World War 1 (I was also shown a black and white photo of him in his military uniform, standing in front of a car typical of the 1910s, perhaps prior to the war, while he was still able to walk)

I don't know how many times I would've seen him before he died, they lived an hour away

My great grand father. He was in his 90's when I was just a small kid.

Only both grandmothers. One raised me and the other I only saw a handful of times and never talked to her as she spoke no english.

All four grandparents. On a trip back to Britain when I was 10.😷

Great grandma

Three of my grandparents. One grandmother died when I was 10 months old.

I think sadly the only grandparents I know are just my mother and father's parents.

I knew a relative who remembered horse drawn London.

I met my great grandmother once she was 93 i was 13

Great-grandmother...as a very young kid.

My dad's grandmother

Just my grandparents. One of them even died before I was born

Just grandparents.

I remember going to my great grandmother's house one time as a young kid.