@ossobuco,
To explain further, my mother's father was the Watertown drunk in the early
20th century (she was a lifetime teetotaler) and her mother was a saint, having the Blessed Virgin appear to her mother and tell her she would live, which she did for some more decades. My mother was smart in ways, valedictorian of her class but choosing not to accept that re shyness, but in my experience of her, not much of a wide reader, easily closed viewpoints.
My father, not without faults of course, was the opposite.
I was lucky to have both of them, loved both of them; well, most of the time with my mother; no problemo with my father.