Thank the universe for "normal" relatives - although we did tend to make somewhat shorter trips to maternal family than paternal family - as a kid, I thought it was because Grandma couldn't cook a meal and *serve* it while it was still hot (she was always "holding" it for someone who was late - whether they went out to get more milk or were supposed to join us for their lunch hour due to working "nearby"). This was the 1960s and early 1970s, so carrying a communication device such as a cell phone was a science fiction concept, not *real life*.
Later, I found out it was because his parents accepted the spouse & kids - her parents had never *accepted* him as a member of the family. They preferred to be called Mr. & Mrs. instead of Dad & Mom Last Name (his family usage for in-laws - or even just Dad & Mom after a few years). They didn't even call him by name most of the time when talking to him...that I do remember.
Oddly, I remember maternal grandmother mentioning that *her* MIL had never accepted her, even after four children and forty years of marriage. Which explained a lot about how seldom *we* saw the great-grandparents...Great-Grandpa loved & accepted all his childrens' spouses, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren - but Great-Grandma favored her daughter's family. I don't remember running into the great-uncle's family very much - but there weren't that many events that were held at their remote farm...it did have indoor plumbing...including a large well on the back porch...which was no longer in use, but fascinated the great-grandkids (my generation).
My grandparents retired to it in their early to mid sixties, eight or nine years after his father passed and about three years after his mother passed - Grandma apparently took some satisfaction, possibly even glee, in helping demolish the old house (it wasn't safe, it wasn't insulated, it had had electrical & plumbing added a decade or more after being built, and the county was moving the road so the house was going to have to come down or be moved - one way or the other). Grandpa remembered helping build it as a kid (probably more hauling water, bringing tools & nails, and holding boards in place than heavy labor - but he was a farm kid, so his definition of "heavy labor" might have been very different than his "city kid" granddaughter's).