My memories of my own grandmothers are distant, but far from absent.
My grandmother Richardson on my father's side...I guess I should say "paternal grandmother" was part of my life in my younger years. I didn't have her as long as my maternal grandmother, I'll tell you more about her in another post.
My Dad's mom did do some work from home. Dad's father, who I never knew, was a photographer. He took beautiful pictures, and my grandmother tinted the pictures to give them color. If you have ever looked at antique photographs, you'll know what I'm talking about. In portraits, a bit of color is added to the skin, the cheeks are made rosy, and other color may be added to the artists discretion.
I don't have any memories of playing with my grandmother, as she passed when I was fairly young, my memories of her are the late years of her life when she was bedridden. If any do come to me, they will probably be shared at my new, more personal, blog "Memories and Nostalgia".
Work from home she did, so very long ago.