I'm so fortunate for my political heritage, from both my mother's and father's families.
I've shared here that my mother's parents and theirs were New York/Northern Jersey leftists, some of them members of the IWW, Industrial Workers of the World, Wobblies. That organization still exists.
My father's parents were, when I was growing up, traditional Democrats, not at all radical. A brief tale is told of my father's mother, my Grandma Bess, that makes her commitments clear-as-a-bell.
Her husband, my Grandpa Nat, was originally a civil liberties-oriented registered Republican -- when that party ran city hall -- and then a Democratic Party worker in Philadelphia's Brewerytown, then a largely lower-middle/working class, first-generation German-Catholic neighborhood in now predominantly African-American and Korean North Philadelphia, several miles north of City Hall in center city. My dad's family were among a handful of Jews in the area. Often, Grandpa Nat would take his young son on his political rounds, home to home, local business to local business, a routine my Grandma Bess did not always support.
The story is that one evening when Grandpa took dad along Grandma Bess called after them. "Nat! Don't you take him to that pool hall down at the end of the street!" She was concerned, apparently, for her young son's moral welfare.
"Why not?" Nat called back to her?
"Why not?" she asked incredulously. "That place is full of ..." [and she laid out what for her were the establishment's evils in ascending order] "...gamblers, prostitutes, and Republicans!"