Paternal Grandfather was a banker and real estate agent. Lost his job during FDR's bank holiday. 3 banks in town, he worked for the one owned by Republicans, that bank didn't reopen, the other two did. So, he was able to get a job at one of the other ones when they reopened. Meanest man I ever met. Died when I was 10.
His wife (my Grandmother) didn't "work" but was a wheeler dealer. Dabbled in real estate and the stock market. Wonderful woman with a sense of independence. She bought the rural land we live now on, she turned it into a garden.
Maternal grandfather worked for the railroad, had served in the balloon corps in WW1. Day after Pearl Harbor he and his 2 sons enlisted (he was 40 years old). They sent him to Iran to run trains. One of his sons was killed in Italy (plane crash). Other son was Marine in the Solomons. He died when I was 7, I remember him as being a very funny guy. I know he drank a bit.
His wife (my Grandmother) was the jewel in my childhood. Wonderful down home hillbilly woman who was very polite but didn't take any crap. Worked at a local drug store as a clerk. Got me my first job there . Took me in when I was being stupid in life, helped me get straightened out.