Memere! That’s what we always called my maternal (French)grandmother, the only grandparent I ever knew. Yet even in four years of French, I never encountered that word, so in my heart its more her name than her relationship.
Random memory: As kids, she’d always threaten us, “Don’t make me take my shoe off,” referring to using the shoe to spank us. The point was to let us know she was getting angry. It wasn’t much of a physical threat, since it almost always was made while chasing us to bed... while she was wearing slippers. And she couldn’t have been 5’.
Ha! My Memere always wagged her wooden cooking spoon at us!
Her name was Marie Rose, but she was always Memere to us.