Mine were freaking religious as all hell. Everything revolved around the Greek Rite church and the festivals and holidays. There was a nun’s house next door to them and the penguins visited almost every week. Baba was always cold and worried about drafty windows. She was upset if you didn’t have a small meal before bed and would think you were sick.
My dzedo’s house was at the top of a hill and he would walk down to the bottom to go to Bonka’s bar. He would buy a pitcher of beer and then go back to drink it. Would do that a few times a day on the weekends. This was especially true when his wife and sister in law would get together and nag him about something. He also had a pet monkey and he taught him how to smoke and drink beer.