My mother's mother, who we called Nama, made all sorts of dresses and costumes for us.  She came to live with us when my dad was drafted in 1943 to serve in WWII and stayed until a year before her death in 1966.  She was helpful, kind, patient and unselfish -- a great example.  I never heard arguments between her and my parents, although it was not easy for her to give up her independence.