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Sometimes i find myself wondering how it would have been like to meet my great grandparents. I was at my grandmother's house last week, and that day (like me and her every now and then does) we took out a few old albums and looked at old pictures from before i was born. This usually afterwards always leaves me pondering about how my great grandparent's were like in person, i find it kind of sad that i never got to meet them, and honestly i haven't really been told a lot about them. Oh here's a picture of them by the way:



(The picture to the left, the parents of my paternal grandmother | The picture to the right, my maternal grandmother's parent's)

It's kind of funny also (the few things i've heard about them) how they actually did have some things in common with their descendants, And i actually (after how my maternal grandmother have explained him to be like) wonder if my great grandfather had mild Asperger's. Anyway, not important. But yes, i would so much have liked to met them, all 4, but we aren't time traveler's so sadly not happening.

Do you sometimes find yourself wondering about how your great grandparent's were like, and how it would have been to meet them?

Those are lovely images -- thanks for sharing them.

My great-grandparentage is a bit tangled on one side of the family tree, because my paternal grandmother was illegitimate and brought up by her grandfather after her mother pulled a disappearing act -- so I'm missing a stage of descent in between the two -- but my gran's granddad (I suppose: my great-great granddad) was a conscientious objector during the First World War, and was duly imprisoned in the county gaol.

I know that the institution was 'mugshotting' inmates from about the 1880s onward, so tucked away in a sealed brown envelope in some obscure cubbyhole in the County Archives, there is a picture of this man, portrayed as a villain for upholding his own deeply personal principles (which makes him someone worthy of respect in my family tree, in my opinion).

I keep meaning to go and do the necessary research and get a copy of the photograph, but, well, you know how It is...

My father got me interested in genealogy. We were at the library one day and he asked me to help him with some online research about my great-great-great-great-grandfather (on his side). I'll admit that it got me hooked. I've found out a LOT of interesting stories about my ancestors. So far I've found English, Welsh, Irish, Scottish and Māori lineages.

As for my great-grandparents, my maternal grandmother's mother was the only one I ever met, although she died when I was about 3. I still remember her face, though. Plus the house she used to live in, with pale blue walls. Nevertheless, I know bits and pieces about all of them, from what my parents told me. A few interesting stories: my surname comes from my paternal grandfather's father's first name (which makes it a "patronymic surname"); my paternal grandmother's mother died in her early thirties; my maternal grandmother's father served in WWI; and we know very little about my maternal grandfather's parents (or about my maternal grandfather himself).

I really have to go back to New Zealand one day and do some serious research. I've done pretty much all I can do online. I'll also have to go to the UK at some point and look up my lineages from there. Definitely on my to-do list.

I never wondered it. My parents sometimes bring up their grandparents but not alot, my mom & grandma sometimes about mom's grandparents, I never saw my dad's side of the family much but his grandparents occasionally came up. I never paid much attention at all to them thou & know almost nothing. I keep to myself & am kind of in my own world when out of the house or visiting, I'm like that around my parents too & never had a close relationship with them or anyone else in my family, I'm fairly private & kind of alittle secretive with my parents & family.