Your Grandma looks about as stern as mine was. LoL
She was sweet as could be to her grandchildren. One of the daughters of a plantation owner, she preferred French (18th century court French) to English, especially on the phone.
About 40 years back, was driving from Houston to New Orleans on business, and in a bit of a hurry had ignored the turnoff to Lafayette, but got to thinking how I hadn't seen them in awhile, and how foolish it would be to miss the opportunity.
Just in time (and not for the last time that day) managed to make the last turn-around before the I-10 bridge over the Atchafalaya swamp and went back for a visit, was just after lunch.
We had a cup of her famous coffee, made in a small coffee pot sitting in a sauce pan full of boiling water, which she spooned into the drip "sock", and then served in a tiny demitasse cup.
We visited for an hour, said our goodbye's and I resumed the journey to New Orleans.
Late that night, the phone rang in my hotel room in NOLA telling me that she had passed away from a stroke a few hours after our visit.
Gotta listen to those voices telling you to do what's right.
And, have not had a better cup of coffee since.