I first visited in the very late 1970's with my two grandmothers. I don't recall the circumstances, but my maternal grandmother had gone to Michigan for the summer without her car. I was driving the two of them in my paternal grandmother's car, as a recall a huge Buick. After my grandfather died she indulged herself in a couple of really nice cars after 50 years of plain-Jane standard cars. She had a little Lincoln coupe for a couple of years and then decide she wanted a big four-door and bought the nicest Buick in the dealership.
When we were there that trip there was still a section of the house occupied by a member the family. My paternal grandmother was very impressed with the house and I think shared my feelings of I could get use to living like this, my material grandmother's reaction was simply, "boy am I glad I don't have to clean that." The difference reflected how the two of them viewed life. One was an optimist who saw unlimited potential in life and the other was a pessimist who saw her role as the servant of others.