My mother's father wore a suit every day well past his retirement. He even wore an old suit and a straw fedora to go fishing in the warmer climes. When I grouse about wearing a suit to work, I think of him, smile, and tighten my tie.

My father's father's father was born 100 years (to the year) before me and grew his moustache in 1900; so in 2000, I grew one in remembrance. I eventually shaved it off b/c I got tired of getting profiled at the airport for searches.

Neither grandfather wore the kilt, but my father's father was very proud of his Scottish heritage and used the clan crest on his stationery. My father's mother's parents were both from Scotland, and she was most proud as well.