I grew up in my Great-Grandparents house.They lived next door to my Grandma Margaret. PaPa and Grandma Belue both died by the time I was and we moved into their house, Even though I was young when they passed, I have two distinct memories of them.
I explicitly remember walking through the yards one day to get PaPa so he could eat lunch with us. I remember going to the back door and then holding his hand as we walked. I remember he swung our arms back and forth. I remember he walked pretty slowly but I still had to take quick steps to keep up with him.
My one memory of my Great-Grandma is standing in her kitchen at the sink and asking for a cracker. She handed me a small square Saltine out of the long white sleeve, the kind you might crumble to put in soups. From that day on square Saltines became "Great-Grandma Belue crackers".
Fast forward from the mid 1980s to 2013.
Quinn wanted a snack today. He wanted crackers, he said.
I had only one kind of cracker. Keebler TownHouse crackers, in a brown sleeve.
I opened them up and gave Quinn a few.
He ate one and said how yummy it was. He asked me what kind of cracker this was. I said the only thing that came to mind.
My grandma Margaret is Quinn's Great-Grandma. He calls her the "other Grandma" since my mom is his "Grandma".
Now he has a Great-Grandma Cracker memory too!