Oh yes, I think of my mother any time anything gets broken. She made such a fuss about breakages, irrespective of whether the broken object was an heirloom, or Woolworth's best! Heraring her, you would have thought we had broken whatever it was on purpose.
Grannie (my paternal grandmother) comes to mind whenever I look at a garment and decide it is "too young" for me. "Mutton dressed as lamb" resounds in my head.
And if anyone sits at table waiting for something to be passed to them, instead of asking politely for it, I hear my father saying, "Have ye no a guid Scots tongue in yer heid, so ye can ask for what you need?" Presumably, a saying of his maternal grandmother, as he usually only spoke Doric Scots at home if he was quoting her. Out on his rounds, he spoke Scots if his patients did.