I never got to know my grandfather on my dad's side, nor my grandmother on my mom's side.
My grandfather (who we called 'Lolo') stayed in my mom's hometown, so I only got to see him during family visits. He was the jolly but strict grandfather type, the kidn with the permanent smile on his eyes and a scowl on his face. Just as prone to end up laughing out loud as he was to scolding us for being too boisterous.
My grandmother (who we called 'Mommy') however didn't exactly taught me anything, but the days me, my brother, and our cousins spent on her orchard and her homemade chocolate tabletas
pretty much defined my childhood.
She was quiet, physically frail, but very strong-willed. Coming from a wealthy family, she eloped with my grandfather to the 'jungles' as this place was back in the days. LOL So she kind of developed that silent strength. Anyway, my best memory of her was when me, my brother, and our cousins were accompanying her to pick some mangoes (or was it santol - a fruit that doesn't have an english equivalent AFAIK) and she almost tripped on a root. The stream of swearwords she let loose while we were all laughing our asses off was and still is the most colorful I've ever heard. One in particular has stayed with me all these years 'putay ng unggoy
' (literally 'Monkey's pussy!').
Oh and I forgot to mention a grandaunt who had an awesome library of children's books (and probably other works of literature too, but I never really noticed LOL). She'd let us bring home her books to read them.