Mrrzy - The only ones we don't talk about in my family are the boring ones. You should write a song about your great grandmother. "Eat them Brussel sprouts, child! You won't, huh. Well, take this, and this!"

We had a grandfather (mother's father) who would admonish everyone to chew each bite 30 times, and then start helping himself to any plate within his amazing reach if you didn't finish eating as swiftly as he did. Grandmother used to befriend his ex-mistresses, invite them over to tea for years which Grandfather thought was rather gauche.