I was just going back and forth with another site member about how we wished we had asked questions of our grandmothers When They Were Still Alive...and how we got interested later in life in their lives and their time of life. For me, it was seeing one grandmother's photos from when she was young. I had only known her as a fairly angry, bitter older woman. Seeing her young and happy was like an ice-cream cone on forehead moment: oh, she wasn't Always Old or Unhappy. What happened??? That question was what motivated writing my book...and made me horrified as I was doing research about the collosal Lack of curiosity I had had about her life until I was in my late 40s and she was long gone. Anyone else gone through this? How did you start getting interested? What have you found? Has it affected you in any way?