Paternal Grandfather was a race car driver and died when a car fell on him when a jack slipped. My dad was a teenager at the time. I don't have any other info about him.

Paternal Grandmother owned a bar/restaurant in Texas and was the town skank because she divorced her second husband to marry her third husband. She had 3 sons.. each with a different father. She hated girls and never sent birthday/Christmas cards or gifts to the female grandkids.. just to the boys. Bitch. She did teach us how to play poker, Mile Bornes, Rook, Spades and Hearts.

Maternal Grandfather was a Union Oil worker. We grandkids spent a lot of time at his house. He worked GRAVEYARD!!1!! He scared the shit out of me until I was older because I thought he worked in a graveyard! Grandma would tell us to be extra quiet so Granddad could sleep (duh! graveyard!). He was big, tall, loud and wore cowboy boots that made a funny sound on their hardwood floors. He was funny and loved watching baseball and the Grand Ol Opry. I loved my Granddad. He left me over $100,000 when he died.

Grandma. Zula Belle (Zu). She was a saint. Poor old Grandma. She cooked, she cleaned, she loved, she worked her ass off her whole life. She lost her parents when she was 3. She had 10 brothers and sisters. Her brothers and sisters where all fostered out as she was when their parents died. She worked as a slave picking cotton for 10 cents a day for her foster family until she graduated high school. She worked 10 to 12 hour days her whole adult life in the canning rows in Santa Maria, CA. She baked from scratch and taught me most of what I know about cooking. She used a wringer washer until she was 60 and always line dried her laundry. She had a huge heart and never ending love for her grandkids. She used to make us kids Rootbeer floats, yellow cake with chocolate frosting from scratch and the best pot roast you ever had. I will never forget my Grandma. She died the night my son was conceived and that's my biggest regret. She would have loved him so much.