My grandfather went out every day and made friends with people wherever he could.

My grandfather had gone to the library in town to change his books, that was one good thing anyway.

My grandfather went back to the old country as a young man and found our distant kin.

My grandfather, or maybe it was his father (these things get confused), went down the mine at the age of seven.

Everywhere the grandfather went in his car, he always took the kids.

Then he was buried in Ohio, and my grandfather also went out there.

I stood at the foot of the bed and watched my grandfather go to sleep.

"Your grandfather may have gone home," Doc told the girl.

It's where did this person's grandfather go to medical school?

Then my grandfather and I went into the street.