How often did you see your grandparents?

All four of my GP had died before I was born, I used to envy my friends with GPs. My lovely Mum was amazing and a wonderful GM, although I did not rely on her in the way that AC do now!

Alternate weekends spent with maternal/paternal grandparents, always for sleepovers.

Stayed for a week with each in the summer, went on holiday with them every years until I was 17. (one occasion all grandparents and me)

I have fond and very dear memories of my grandparents, I also knew two great grans. My maternal great gran taught me to play the piano.

Never, only one still alive when I was born, was 3 when she died, no memories whatsoever.

I saw a lot of my lovely maternal grandparents as they lived in the same village. When they retired and moved away I always stayed with them in the school holidays. I rarely saw my paternal grandmother (her husband died many years before I was born), even though she only lived a few miles away in the nearest town, but we didn’t have a car. She didn’t like children so that was fine by me!

Every week until they died, it wont be the same with mine, I was a big part of their lives growing up, but a tiny bit now.

All the time, I was lucky both sets lived local and they all made a good age. My paternal Grandad was 99yrs old when he passed away, so I have a photo of my son with my Dad and my Grandad.
We all missed them, big loving part of our lives.

After we came back to Durham, we lived in the same street as my mat Gran. I saw her daily and at Grammar School had tea with her one week out of three - depending on her DH’s (not my GF) shift pattern. She bought my school uniform, paid for a school cruise and later bought my wedding dress. I adored her.
My Dad’s parents lived in a village that involved 2 bus journeys, so we went there every other Sunday, but not as much during winter, as it was often cut off and the buses were the first to be taken off the road. Mum’s poor health meant she didn’t go often, as we’d often end up at an exposed bus stop for hours!
They both died while I was at Senior School, but my mat Gran died in ‘91, when I was 40.

We saw Mums parents probably once a month or so , various family gatherings , dinners etc. we were close with the cousins on that side too. We saw the paternal grandparents less , maybe once every two or three months but they also lived father away and were much more formal about it all. I have fond memories of both sets

My Gran lived with us

Only when we went back to North Yorkshire every summer for our holiday.

Only had one grandparent living and she lived with us until she died when I was 18.I still miss her a lot.

All of mine were living not too far away i maybe saw then a couple of times a month i never stayed there and they never baby sat us. It does seem odd now why we didnt see them more often.

I lived with my Nan and Pop during the week in term time from the age of 7 to 12.

The head of the school insurance village suggested it as I was much brighter than the other children.

Although I loved my Nan and pop, and they me, I hated being away from my parents and brothers so didn't thrive educationally.

My paternal GPs were very well off and my mum was intimidated by them. So we saw little of them.

Only one grandmother and she wouldn't have anything to do with me because I was illegitimate and adopted. She died when I was about three I think.
Don't miss what you never have do you.?

I never knew my grandfathers, they died before I was born. We lived with my maternal grandmother till I was 3, then saw her once or twice a week, she died when I was 12. My paternal grandmother lived the other side of the Pennines, I only saw her each summer when I spent the school holidays with her. She died 16 months after we married, I was 22.

No real relationships with my GPs. Paternal GF died before I was born, paternal GM died before my third birthday.
DM wasn't on good terms with her father and stepmother, who were rich but exceptionally mean. Her mother had gone to live in America with her new partner. She did visit about three times during my childhood. She was a psychiatrist and quite "alternative" for the 1950s. She had straight grey hair and wore patchwork skirts and boots. I was a bit scared of her.
DM was a great mother in spite of all and a great GM to her 10 GC.

My father’s RAF postings often meant that we needed a ‘haven’ when he went overseas ahead of us. My maternal grandparents provided just that whenever we needed it. I have happy memories of my relationship with them especially Gran who made no secret of the fact that I was her favourite! 😂

My paternal grandmother lived a ten minute bus ride away and in those days it was safe for a 8-10 yr old to travel across town on her own.

Win, win!

When I was born, my maternal grandmother lived with us. We lived in South London and her house had been destroyed in the Blitz, so until it was rebuilt in 1947, she lived with us. My maternal grandfather I never knew as he was killed in WW1

In those early years I saw my paternal grandparnets quite frequently as they lived down the road, but my father was one of the eldest of 11 children, so his parents still had children living at home so we saw them at church every week and for big family events, but didn't visit casually.

All changed in 1948 when DF returned from army service in India . He was a professional soldier, so over the next 20 years, we lived in Carlisle, Yorkshire, Berkshire, Hong Kong, Singapore, Malaya, Belgium and Germany. So sometimes we didn't see our grandparents for years on end. However when my parents went to Malaya my DS and I stayed in the UK at boarding school as we had Olevels and A levels looming, so spent the all school holidays except the summer living with our paternal grandparents.

My maternal grandparents I saw every day they did all the looking after while mum and dad were at work they were definitely my second parents
My paternal grandparents I saw on a Sunday family visit each week and I didn’t have a particularly close relationship I never stayed over night or visited without mum and dad
They all lived in my same town
My maternal grandad died when I was 16 and I was heart broken my paternal nan and grandad both died while I was a young adult but my maternal Nan came to live with me for her last two years of life I was about 40

My dad’s dad died when I was 8 and no memories really. My mum’s mum was 70 when I was born and very deaf. I do remember a couple of days out with her and an aunt and photos show her on holiday with us but certainly not the involvement that my mum and I have had with grandchildren

I can relate Shelflife. I always thought that GP would have been a nice thing to have.

My maternal GM died before I was born, my GF married again and his new wife wasn’t popular. We saw a bit of them but not regularly. My paternal GM was horrible and her H was under her thumb. We didn’t see very much of her …

My mum didn’t drive, so we caught two buses to see her parents, my dad would go to theirs straight from work so we went home in the car. We went every week in the holidays, it was too far when it was term time, so in term time my nanna came to us once a week during the day when my grandy was at work. The children all stayed with them for a week, separately, during the holidays, and they would take one of us on holiday each time too. My dad’s mum was older, and on her own, as my other grandad had died when my dad was a teenager. We went to see her on Sundays, about twice a month, and she made us a spectacular tea.

My mat GM was in mental hospital most of her adult life (my mother lived with my great grandparents). Saw her about 6 times including just before she died when I was in my early 20s. Such a sad life, would probably be very different these days.
Her husband, my grandfather, went to Australia with new family and I saw him once when he visited England in late 80s, I wasn't keen (possibly due to my feelings for how he treated grandma)
Other Grandfather died when I was a baby, other grandmother lived in North East, we were in the midlands. We were never close, she was never the doting granny, enjoyed drinking and smoking more than grandchildren.
In her late 70s she was in a care home and whenever we visited she always remembered me but never other family members lol.
All my cousins lived in either London or the North East and I envied friends who had cousins and grandparents nearby