Growing up I had two grandmothers--like most people. There was California Grandma and Saskatchewan Grandma. Both of them were very different and I only realized recently how much impact they actually had on me. We moved a lot while I was growing up and both grandmothers provided a sense of constancy--they never moved.
California Grandma was artistic and musical. She had a grand piano that I inherited and her house was full of books. There was always something to read and usually a jig-saw puzzle needing to be finished. She did not like to cook. In fact she was a terrible cook. She worked in the psychiatric field. And her house was always a disaster. She also loved to travel and would visit us with some frequency.
Saskatchewan Grandma was pragmatic and practical. She didn't like to cook either, but her food tasted good. Her house was clean and she had an enormous, weed-free garden. Although, she was a firm believer in education, there were very few books in her house. I don't know how many times I read James Herriot's All Creatures Great and Small because it was the only book I could find to read. Well, I guess there were also some Ukrainian books, but I didn't speak Ukrainian, much less read it. Because of the farm and the work it entailed, Saskatchewan Grandma rarely traveled.
Here is where things become interesting. I am artistic and musical. I love to read. However, I love to cook and I am both good at it and can make food that tastes good. My house is not spotless, but it is not usually a complete disaster. I have an enormous garden, but it is not weed-free...I am able to preserve what grows in my garden. My house is also full of books and music.
I am amused to discover that I am not like one grandmother more than another, but am a combination of the two with my own twist thrown in for good measure.