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My nanny always had a bag of sugared almonds and mints in her handbag. My granddad had his chair by the fireplace and none of us were allowed to sit on it!

My grandparents home was my 'safe space' when I was a child. When things were really bad at home we sometimes spent a weekend at their flat. My grandad would do magic tricks for us and after our evening meal my nana would give us a hot bath (two at a time in the tub) and a drink of hot sugared milk laced with brandy (!!!)then we'd get into her feather bed with a hot water bottle each. It was my greatest treat as a child I think. (Apart from being allowed to read instead of having to play outside!)

This is a bad question for me. I only knew one grandmother, the others had already died. Unfortunately she hated me! She was jealous because my mum had two boys then me, the youngest and the only daughter and she resented everything I did or had. She had to come to live with us when I was a teenager and she either ignored me, sighed a lot or said horrible things to me!

Used to spend school holidays at my grandparents. My grandmother was a wonderful cook and every Friday she took us to the Cattle Market to see the animals followed by a warm scone in a little tea shop.

My maternal grandmother was a Russian refugee who came to the UK as a teenager. She never went to school and though she lived to be over 90, she never learned to read or write. I didn't realise until I showed her something as a child that I wanted her to read and I couldn't understand why she said 'You read it to me darling'. She was very particular about her appearance until she was well into her eighties and always wore nail varnish that had to be the exact shade of pink that she liked. She would never have anything black as it was a sign of mourning. Once my mother bought her some makeup that was in a black container and we had to persuade her that it was navy blue before she'd use it!

My Granny bought me and my brother up after my mother died when I was three. When she thought she had cancer her friends adopted us when I was about 7 but I spent many days back at Grannies. She made fresh bread in the middle of the night several times a week and her tomato soup was delicious. In the summer she would take us by bus to West Kirby and we'd walk across to Hilbre Island. I'm 74 and still have very fond memories of my dear Granny who died when I was 14.

Nana was my main carer while Mum was out at work earning the money to pay the rent and feed the three of us. (Only the three of us in the 'setup'). Firm, fair and very Victorian. No feet on the bar under the table! Church twice on Sundays wearing our hats of course. After Mum remarried when I was 11 she continued to live in the same block of flats in London and we saw a lot less of her as she didn't really like/approve? of my new stepfather. I was able to make more contact with her once I grew up and left home for, firstly College, and then marriage. Mum and stepdad didn't socialise with her but DH and I visited as often as we could even after moving many miles away.
It was me that the police came to when she suffered the stroke that killed her. They assumed I was her next-of-kin so I was able to visit her just once in the hospital (she was in a coma) before Mum took over and I didn't get another 'look-in'. Neither DH nor I remember attending her funeral. Don't think we were invited.
I regret that very much.

I remember my gran and papa living in a big corner house with a large front and side garden full of roses.My gran Nellie was a great gardener and it always seemed to be full of flowers .My sister and I loved to visit for New Year as gran always let us have a small tiny sherry and shortbread .Papa I remember had a pipe and would always explain and tell us interesting stories when we visited .My grandparents were always happy to see us and always had nice cakes or chocolate biscuits for us .xx

Unfortunately I never had any grandmothers - love to have known what is expected of me today

My two grandads always seemed very old and like others had their own specific chair. I remember one of them use to come and stay for a bit and for breakfast he always had what he called broth - broken up pieces of bread in a bowl, sprinkled with pepper and covered in hot milk.

My maternal grandfather died when I was a few weeks old, so I have no memories of him but my grandma was great. I remember her house so well. We went to see her everyday after school, she had a jewellery box that was like a treasure chest to me, with necklaces of those beads that 'pop together'. My paternal grandmother became a widow very young and had two small boys to bring up on her own. She was quite austere and I was a little afraid of her. I do remember however, that she had a drawer especially for me where she kept a colouring book and crayons for our weekly visits. Her house was probably a good three miles from ours, but we thought nothing of walking there to visit,(I can remember doing this at the age of five), it makes me think that we use the car far too often these days.

I was lucky enough to know all four grandparents, and have fond memories of all of them. My Dad's mother was a great cinema goer and took me to my first X rated film when I was under age - inadvertently I think. It was one of the dollar films, and I've loved Clint Eastwood ever since!

I never knew either of my grandmothers as they both died before I was born. My paternal grandfather lived with my aunt and I didn't see him much but my maternal grandad came to live with us when I was about 12. He used to tell me stories and looked after me when Dad went away on conferences and Mum went with him.

My paternal Grandmother was a very big straight backed lady who had had 10 children 6 boy and 4 girls,my father was the 3rd boy and lived closest to our nana so my mum was expected to visit on a regular basis,when ever I see or hear of mint I immediatley think of my nana as one of my jobs when visiting her was to be sent down her vast long garden and cut huge amount of mint for her to separate and tie tie up to be taken to the butchers for the decoration of the legs of lamb it was one of the ways she made small extra amounts of money,my GPs on my mothers side where totally different they lived in a cottage in Wales with no gas or electricity and it was always cold,but my nanna always had the most amazing stews or broth's cooking and big pieces of boiled bacon which melted in your mouth,such good memories.

My maternal grandmother used to live with us and look after me when my Mum was at work. I used to come home fro school for lunch and she would sometimes send me to the local sweet shop to buy coffee ice-cream. As we didn't have a freezer the shop would cut the block in half and put one half back in their freezer for me to collect the next day.

I remember clearly my grandma stood in the corner of the kitchen churning butter and when finished she'd sometimes if I was about ask me to help her pat the butter with her paddles. They we made of wood and had a flower indentation on the inside which used to transfer onto the newly made butter. You knew it was hers when you saw them.

My Grandparents lived locally and were always supportive. They looked after me during a long six week Summer school holiday while my mum was heavily pregnant. Grandad used to take me to the beach each day and Grandma used to make me tea. I had a great time with them and they will never be forgotten

Well I only really knew my paternal Grandma.. my Dad's Dad died when I was about 9 months old, my Mum's Dad died before I was born and although my maternal Grandmother lived until I was about 5 she was always very ill so I don't remember her at all.

But my Dad's Mum was wonderful, everything you could wish for as a grandparent. She was warm, caring and absolutely hilarious but wouldn't let you get away with any nonsense.

I loved spending time with her and her house was like a treasure trove for me; I used to spend hours playing with her silver tea service.

When we used to go over for tea she'd pull out the dining table, lay out the best plates and cutlery and pour me a glass of orange squash in a glass only I could use.

So many wonderful memories of her, she was an amazing woman <3

My Mum's Mum unfortunately died when I was young, but my Dad's Mum lived until she was 94 by which time she had become a very proud Great-Gran to my dd. I adored my Gran, we spent a lot of time together over the years despite not always living in the same country. We even went on holiday together, just the 2 of us to Jersey when I was a teen.. we had so much fun and got up to all sorts of adventures, my Gran was such a kind lady but with a streak of naughtiness and a twinkle in her eye.
She passed on her love of horticulture and gardening to me, and I always think of her when I'm in my garden.

My grandad was a school caretaker and he would bring left over milk from the school and my grandma would make enormous rice puddings and a big pan of custard and she would serve up big bowls to her three grandchildren. It was delicious, though I have never made it for my grandchildren.

My paternal grandfather was killed at the end of the first world war and my grandmother was left to bring up 5 boys on her own. (They all fought in 2nd world war but came back safe). My dad used to take us to see her on Sunday mornings and usually his brothers would be there. She greeted them all with the same expression 'Eh me lad!' She gave us children cups of strong tea and a slice of (rock-hard) cake with instructions to eat it all up - 'there's three eggs in it'. At that time she lived in a little terraced house with no hot water and outside loo. I often think we have it easy!

My grandfather had part of his leg amputated because of gangrene. He was in hospital and my grandma, mum and I went to visit. I was about 4. We took him out to the park next to the hospital and I was feeding the ducks and geese. I ran out of bread, turned to go back to my family, and a goose pecked the back of my knee. I howled, but my grandfather laughed. He said it was the best medicine he had had for a long time.

Absolutely loved my nan and Grandpop who lived in a granite cottage in Cornwall. Summer was spent chasing butterflies from the veg patch with my net or sitting in a washing up bowl of water ! ( we didn't have a paddling pool ). There was a tame Robin that came every day and perched on the edge of the biscuit tin for some crumbs. We used to walk up the lane to the old mines and collect semi precious stones such as Amethyst and Rock crystal, because they were seen as waste and unwanted. If we went for a day trip out, we all used to pile into Grandpops old Morris Traveller. My nan had a twin tub that used to vibrate it's way around her kitchen and we had to hold onto it for her. Life was quieter then and the pace was slower.

I remember collecting rose petals with my nan in her garden to make our own 'perfume'! Fun times!

I remember my Welsh maternal Grandma showing me in her garden the 'bunnyrabbits'(Snapdragons as I now know) and how to gently squeeze them to make the mouths open and show the rabbits teeth.

My Paternal very cockney Grandma had a gramophone with big brass horn and would sing along at the top of her voice My Old Man Said Follow the Van and various other unsuitable (to my Mum) songs.
Sadly they both died before I was 12.