Because she was very old when I was born (73 years) I did not know my paternal grandmother very well. We used to call her Granny Dot as her name was Dorothy, but I never really pictured her as my grandmother. I don't even remember her even speaking to me at family gatherings. Both sides of my dad's family had a long history in the Carolinas, and I wasn't terribly shocked to learn that my grandmother was a member of the Daughters of the Confederacy.
The group is basically for female descendants of Confederate soldiers/sailors. Since my grandmother was a member, that means at least one of her grandfathers (or perhaps a great-grandfather) was a Confederate soldier. Thus that makes me a descendant too, and while it doesn't come as much of a surprise I'm not exactly proud of it.