My mother lived with me until she died last year at the ripe old age of 93½. My grandkids live down from the block from me and were at my house almost daily. I delighted in watching the interaction between them and it was beneficial to all.
Even as a young child (Nannie died when I was 8) I knew I was in the presence of somebody special. She was a great beauty as a young woman, a classic old-style Southern Belle (the nice, queenly kind, not the Mean Girl), and she could tell a story.