Can only remember my grandmothers, as both grandfathers died before I was born. My maternal Grandma was sweet, shy, nervous and very tiny, looked like an ageing pixie, and lived in a very remote cottage in Cornwall with my uncle who was slightly autistic. She seemed very old when I was young, but she could only have been in her mid 60s at the time. She had no running water (there was a well in the back garden) or mains gas/electricity. Her cottage couldn't be accessed by car, so we had to park at the top of a hill and walk down a steep boulder-strewn track to reach her. We visited her twice a year and stayed in a wooden chalet in Hayle Towans;, which was nothing like as developed as it is now. Grandma used candles for lighting and cooked on a range or a paraffin stove. Everything about the cottage was dark brown as my uncle smoked a pipe constantly. I can still remember the smell of wood burning and paraffin. Grandma always gave my brothers and me half a crown - 12 1/2p in new money! It was a small fortune then. When she became too frail to live on her own, in the 1970s, she came to live with my Mum and Dad in Devon and Mum cared for her until she died at 98. She was a sweet old lady and met my son when he was first born (about 40 years ago), but she died soon afterwards.
My paternal grandmother (Granny) was totally different. Very well off, very dependent on others, whined constantly about how unfair life was, lived in a modern smart semi in a posh area of Bristol, and gave my spinster aunt (who cared for her) a nervous breakdown. Not that loveable a character really and never gave us a cuddle or a kiss.
I wonder what my grandchildren will remember about me? My children don't really remember my mum, who died in her 60s, but they loved my dad to bits, and so did I. He was fun to be with, even after Mum died. I hope they hang on to those memories.