Three of my eight great-grandparents were alive when I was born, but two of them died by the time I was three years old (two g-g-mothers, one g-g-father). I’m sure we ‘met’, but I don’t remember it. I did meet one great-grandmother when I was six. She died when I was nine.
I met one of my great grandmothers on my mother’s side of the family. She lived on the other side of the country so I didn’t know her well. I think she died when I was 10 or so. I remember one of her birthday parties that I attended though.
One of my great grandfathers on my father’s side I knew a bit. He lived near my grandmother and we visited from time to time. I didn’t really know who he was at the time though.
Three sets died before I was born, but the remaining saw often . Saw them every holiday and at least once a month most of the year, more often in the summer. I wouldn’t say I knew them well, because there was a language barrier.
Dad’s Paternal side, both died before I was born. Also his step dad’s parents had died many years early.
Dad’s maternal side, the grandfather died before my dad was born, I was named for my great grandmother, she was buried on my 12th birthday.
My mother’s paternal side lived into my early teens, they lived out of town so I saw them infrequently. (IIRC the last time i saw them they came to town to clean out my great great aunt’s house… she may have been a horder, or just elderly, and or/ some of both)
My mother’s maternal grandmother died the same year I was born. I am not sure before or after I was born. My grandmother was concieved out of wedlock, the man whose name was on her birth certificate died in the 1930s, and who knows about the “real father”. If he was alive in my life time, nobody knew. This grandmother is still alive in her own home at age 96, and actually still has “daddy issues”.
I don’t believe so; such a union would be between spouses who aren’t even in-laws of each other.
I knew my great-grandmother (my mum’s mum’s mum) very well.
Since both my parents worked when I was born, she’s the one who took care of me during the day until I turned 3. I remember sitting on her lap looking out of the kitchen window and walking alongside her in the countryside around my home. Actually, she’s the only adult on the picture of me that was taken on my first day at school. Presumably, the person who took the picture was also an adult, probably one of my parents but I don’t know. There are perhaps other pictures from that day but this one’s the only one I remember: we’re walking hand in hand in the narrow street leading to the school.
Once I started going school, she still came home for supper on Monday evenings, so we kept closely in touch, even though I didn’t see her every day anymore. My parents also invited her once to go on holidays in Southern France with us. It must have been in 1984.
She passed away when I was 13, after a short illness. So, I have lots of memories of her.
Photographic evidence shows that I also met her husband (my great-grandfather) but I have no memories of him. I think he died in 1976.
On my father’s side, they were all gone long before I was born. My grandmother’s mum died during WWII and her dad in the 1920s. I don’t think she even remembered him all that much and, as a matter of fact, I only realized fairly recently that she had never told me anything about him, while her love for her mother was still evident 60+ years after her passing.
Okay, so the poll was flawed. My father’s parents were married in Russia and came to the US around 1902 and all their seven children were born there. I never heard tell of either of their sets of parents, so they were either dead or not in communcation. My maternal grandmother’s parents were both alive, but her father died before I was one so I have no memory of him. Her mother when I was six and I do recall her but only vaguely. My maternal grandfather’s parents were never mentioned so I assume they were gone. Since that grandfather emigrated when he was one in 1885, I can assume his parents had emigrated too and were already dead.
No greats, three grands.
My father’s grandparents all died before he was born. One set died getting hit by a train. That’s basically all I know about them.
My parents had moved away from their hometown by the time I was born so I knew some of the GGPs but would only see any relatives a couple of times a year.
My mother’s mother’s mother I knew – Great Nana. She liked her beer. Her second husband had died but I wouldn’t have met him anyway since he molested my mom.
My mother’s father’s parents – no idea
My father’s mother’s parents I knew all through my childhood till they died when I was ~15. They doted on my brother and me because Grandma and my father were only children so we were it.
My father’s father’s parents – I think they were dead by the time I was born.
Two of my great-grandmothers (both of my grandmothers’ mothers) lived long enough for me to actually meet.
I met my mother’s maternal grandmother when I was like 2-3, but I don’t remember it. She ended up living until I was 10-11 years old. She lived way out in California, and was old and frail, and we had no money, so I didn’t really see her again. I did talk with her on the phone a few times though.
My other great-grandmother (father’s maternal grandmother- nicknamed “Mo-Mo”), lived about 15 minutes from my grandparents, and died when I was 7. I remember going to her house, and her having little snacks and stuff- very fond memories. She was more classically grandmotherly at that age than my actual grandmother, who was only in her early 50s. (as she got older, she grew into the role though).
Okay, okay! Again, it was just a lame joke.
I’m really not as stupid as I look, rumors to the contrary notwithstanding. 
All of my great-grandparents died before I was born.
But my older brothers both knew one great-grandfather, who died when they were 4 and 6.
My grandparents all lived to meet at least some of their great-grandchildren. My father’s father died when my oldest niece was a teenager.
My father knew several of his great-grandchildren before he died. My mother is still alive, and her oldest great-grandkid is 10 this year.
All eight of my great-grandparents were already deceased by the time I was born. The fact that both my father, and his father, were a bit older when they married (both around 30) was a contributing factor on his side. My mother was the 7th of 11 children in her family (and her parents didn’t marry until they were both in their mid 20s), which was a contributing factor there.
One great-grandmother and both grandmothers is all.
My father’s mother’s mother was still alive when I was born - she died when I was still very young - I only met her a couple of times and barely remember her. I think I was four or five when she died. Her daughter (my father’s mother) died when I was in 3rd grade (car accident). Actually, I suppose technically my grandfather died of a massive heart attack the day after I was born - allegedly because my father had presented him with yet another useless granddaughter who could not Carry On The Family Name (he had a flair for the dramatic and was an acknowledged sonofabitch who was fond of strong whiskey and large cigars and bacon). He should have hung out another year for my brother. Both paternal great grandfathers died of complications relating to alcoholism. I have no idea what happened to my father’s father’s mother - I’m not sure she was still alive when my dad was born, even.
Only my mother’s mother was still around when I was born on that side - she died when I was 13. But the great-grandparents on that side didn’t make it through one or the other of the World Wars (they were German nationals back then). Both great-grandfathers died in combat - both in WWI I think. One great-grandmother died in 1918 of influenza (along with her youngest child) and the other was a political dissident (she was firmly and loudly anti-Nazi, which turned out to be a life-limiting proposition along about 1942 - especially since she apparently refused to stop being firmly and loudly anti-Nazi regardless of personal danger - one of my mother’s few memories of her is her saying about the Nazis “if a shirt is dirty, it is dirty”). My mother’s father died in early middle age (blood clot thrown from an industrial accident), when my mom was in elementary school.
I met one of my great-grandmothers, the other 3 died before I was born.
I don’t remember meeting her - I would have been younger than 4 when we met.
One great-grandfather was a big active part of my life until he died when I was 5. I remember him well.
The other 3 great-grandfathers all died before I was born.
I met two. My mom’s mom’s mom and my dad’s dad’s dad. I missed out on my mom’s mom’s dad by 22 months and my mom’s dad’s mom by 15 months. My great grandmother died when I was 3 at 94, and I only have like two or three memories of her. My great grandfather died when I was 10 at 99. He had a questionable past so I only met him a few times. I remember him being there for Christmas when I was 6, but I don’t remember seeing him again until just before my 10th birthday. I then saw him at his 99th birthday party 6 months later and he was gone 50 days after that. My parents regret not seeing him as much.
No. Never met a one of them. All dead forty years or more before I was born. Okay.
None of them and only one grandparent.
Nope, they were all dead by the time I was born.
Yes, Two great grandparents. I still have memories of them. They told me the chocolates by their bedside were poisonous so I couldn’t have one.