My mom's great grandparents on her mother's side - in Macon, Georgia. They lived in a tin-roofed farmhouse. The woman here is actually my grandfather's second wife, who raised my grandmother and her 9 siblings. The first wife died young (maybe in childbirth?). My mom traveled to Georgia every summer in an unairconditioned car with her parents and has some not-so-fond memories of the car trips. The sound of the rain on the roof, though, was something I think she liked.