How often did you see your grandparents?

I never knew or met my paternal grandfather, I think that he died young. We lived in my paternal grandmother 's house but she died when I was about 4 years old and I scarcely remember her.
I scarcely remember my maternal grandfather who died when I was a baby. We visited my widowed maternal grandmother in her house about an hour and a half's busride away( no car; no telephone ) once a month to check if she was OK and whether she needed anything. She had good local friends who kept an eye on her .She was very independent and reasonably fit even being stout and in her eighties and lived in her bungalow until and where she died.
No question of us staying with her or of either Grandmas looking after us . I think it was felt that my parents' had a responsibility to look after them!

I was often sent to my gran to spend a few days. Don't know how I got there as we had no car but I was allowed to do all the things I couldn't at home. She let me bake,hoover,cut the grass etc and after lunch we either walked in the country or visited her friends who were caretakers of a castle. Freedom.

We visited my grandparents once a year, usually. Mum’s mum was in a care home, with something like Parkinson’s. She was very generous to us and got her sisters to send us gifts for birthday and Christmas. One day, one of her sisters blurted out that she was mum’s stepmother. I had no idea. It didn’t make any difference. She had brought up my mum alone when her husband died when mum was nine. So I never knew that grandfather.
I have done lots of research on the family history of that side. Most interesting. I now live in the same area as my mum’s parents, but I don’t know of any relatives alive.
On my Dad’s side, we visited once a year. My parents had moved away from their Surrey roots for Dad’s work. Grandad was very kindly, Grandma was a bit gushing but no real affection. She was Dad’s stepmother as his birth mother died when he was seven. Sometimes they came to us for Christmas. They had all died by the time I was about 13.

My maternal grandfather lived six months with us and six months with my aunty. The two other siblings never had him to stay. My paternal grandma lived a 5 minute car ride away, I used to visit every Friday once I started secondary school, to cook her tea,and she came for Sunday lunch every other weekend.
Mine have sleepovers in the school holidays and we see them all most weeks, We have 10 grandchildren! My eldest grandson stays over every other Friday and cooks my tea I love that we have come full circle.

Sadly, only knew maternal grandma - saw her often. We called her ‘blind Nana’ for obvious reasons

My paternal grandparents were both deceased before I was born. (Grandmother died of TB aged 32 leaving three little ones aged 5, 3 and 10 months. My father was the 3year old only boy).

Maternal grandparents lived in York and we travelled from Chester every school holiday to stay with them.

Grandpa died when I was 7 but I still have fond memories of him. Nana lived until she was 90 and I was 23. They were the most loving, kind and generous grandparents and I have such lovely memories of the times we spent together.

My gran often brought her sister and her son on Sundays although her husband never came.Then she always came withUncle Bill who seemed to be no actual relative. I was even allowed to go on holiday with a friend as a teen as long as Uncle Bill drove us and checked in to make sure we were OK. I recently asked my cousin now in his 80s who Bill was and he told me he was his real dad.

Only one grandparent was alive when I was born. I saw her quite often as only 2 miles away. She was often at our house and once in a while I was taken there.

She looked after me in my home not regularly but fairly often - though she did teach me to read when looking after me.

No babysitting.

I only knew one grandparent, my maternal grandmother, who lived with us, alongside my parents, two sisters and an aunt and uncle! Those were the days!

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I only had one set of grandparents and they lived approximately one mile away. It was usual for me while young only to see them when visiting with my parents. My grandpa died when I was six and only once did I ever stay overnight with my granny and I don’t ever remember her babysitting us.

When I was twelve granny remarried and moved into a house at the top of our garden so we were able to pop in and out whenever we felt like it. She didn’t come to our house much.

In my era, the 1940's, grandmas and granddads were different to what they are now. We used to visit them and grandma would have a table set with sandwiches and cakes and we youngsters sat on a chair not saying anything, there were no toys to play with. After tea we went home.

When our sons were born my husbands parents had both died and so had my dad so they only had one grandma but she never had toys at her house when we visited her.

My home is still full of toys, games and books in cupboards and also tablets with games on for them. I sometimes still find glitter when I dust from the times we would sit at the table drawing cards and using paste to put the glue on them.

Our granddaughter said a few weeks ago, that some of the happiest times was when my husband and I looked after her before she started school and then in the school holidays..

I have hundred's of photos of all our grandchildren in albums that I am going to give to them as their parents have never seen them.

My parents separated when I was five. My mum left and I didn’t live with her again until I was seven.

I saw my maternal grandparents most weeks from the age of seven until I married and moved away.

I saw my paternal grandparents very occasionally up to the age of seven and then met them briefly once again when I was about fifteen.

I saw my maternal grandparents once a week on a Saturday , we’d go over for a late tea , as they used to have a cooked lunch . The theme of match of the day reminds me of evenings at their house .
My paternal grandfather died when I was 5 and they lived about a 45 minute drive away , so we probably visited 2 a month . My cousin lived with them and I was very jealous as she had a barbie and I had a Sindy .

We lived in the same town as both sets of grandparents. We saw them regularly. We would call in to see our maternal grandparents with or without our mother, often after playing in the park nearby with a little bunch of buttercups and daisy for Nana.
My Dad took us to his parents every Saturday afternoon for tea. We also saw them every Sunday at church.

My maternal grandparents lived very near us in the same town and I always seemed to be in their house as a child. They were a great part of our lives.They both died within three years of each other when I was in my thirties and I still miss them very much.My own two children were very small then, I only wish they had really got to know them, especially now I am a great grandmother myself.
I never got to know my paternal grandfather as he and my dad's mother separated when I was a toddler.He never contacted any of his family afterwards. My maternal grandmother was kind to all of us but myself and my siblings never really saw her much as she lived about 200 miles away and she and my mother did not get on.She always remembered us at Christmas and birthdays and was also something of a character. One of my granddaughters looks very much like her.

Until I was 5, we saw both sets, and my great-grandmother very often - we all lived near each other.

After that, we left London, my great-grandmother died (followed by my maternal grandfather when I was 6) , and my paternal grandparents moved back to Wales. So I saw my maternal gran monthly, my paternal grandparents rarely, until I was in my late teens, when I saw them more often.

My paternal grandparents died while I was pregnant with my oldest son, when I was 22, but my maternal gran lived until my kids were teenagers, so that was lovely. We saw her often.

My maternal grandmother died in 1931 when my mother was 12 and her husband, my grandfather, died in 1960 when I was 3. I do remember him somewhat. He was a kind, gentle man who played the piano wonderfully. He lost everything in the great depression (including his wife) and never really recovered.

My father's parents died in the 50's before I was born.

Maternal grandparents, frequently. We even lived with them whilst we were moving house and again when mum was in hospital. Dad was in the navy so was away a lot. Eventually my gran came to live with Mum, and then when I got married, she lived with us. I remember taking her to see the Pope in his Popemobile.
Paternal grandmother lived too far away, but we did share a holiday with her.

My maternal grandparents lived on the other side of the same town as us. We generally saw them at least once a week, either they came to us or we went over to their house.

My paternal grandmother died when I was very young, but my father visited my grandfather, who lived in a different town about 15 miles away, once a month. He always took one of us 3 children with him. Grandpa and my bachelor uncle came to us every Christmas. When we were old enough we stayed with them for a few days in the summer holidays. Journeys to see them were always by bus or train, my parents had no car until I was a teenager.

Local GPs - quite often, several times a week.

London GPs - monthly and holidays/birthdays/occasions.

We lived in Worcestershire, my mother’s family all lived in Southampton and my father’s family all lived in Nottingham. My maternal grandfather died before I was born, so did my paternal grandmother. Both my parents were from large working class families so my parents visited both families a few times a year. My Grandmother lived with my aunt, her husband and her daughter and we stayed with them when we visited, my Grandmother did all the cooking and I loved helping her, she taught me to make great Yorkshire puddings. The kitchen was tiny, she used to use a small table to make pastry and cakes, she used a milk bottle as a rolling pin. She also used to like watching cowboy films on tv and I used to sit with her and watch, she died when I was nineteen. My Grandfather lived with my cousin, her husband and her son, he was a man of few words and I was rather afraid of him, he died when I was about nine.

My paternal grandfather had died years before and my grandmother lived with two of her daughters. My father used to take me to see them every Sunday, while my mother cooked lunch. It used to be fun because one of my aunts was mad on horses, so we could just sit and talk about horses and she used to take me to horse shows.

I think we used to see my maternal grandparents most weeks, although it meant taking a couple of buses. They were very "Children should be seen and not heard" When I was 10 my grandfather died and we moved in with my grandmother. It was alright but she did seem to find me very odd. Certainly there was never ant baby sitting.

My paternal grandparents died when I wa about 9, so I don't remember a lot about them, although they lived 1/4 of a mile from us. My mum's parents lived in London (we were in Nottingham). Grandad died when I was 2, so I didn't know him. Granny died when I was 20, but we used to stay with her for a few days, a couple of times a year

One gran (widowed, mum's mum) lived 3 miles down the road, or a bus ride away. We were her only grandchildren. So the answer is frequently.
Other grandparents, who had other grandchildren who lived nearer, were 12 miles away but in London suburbs that's a long way. Dad took me across on a train sometimes, but latterly mum took us all over in the car. So the answer is a few times a year.

I saw mine all the time and had a very close relationship with them all. They babysat when mum & dad went out, took me on day trips, and on holidays, and looked after me when mum was working, and in the school holidays. I was also lucky to still have all of my great grandparents around when I was young, and remember spending time with all of them, except for my maternal great grandfather who died when I was a baby.

It was only when I became a teenager that I didn't see them quite so often, and I do remember my dad telling me off for not visiting them often enough. Something which I regretted when they were gone. When I was married and had children of my own, I made sure that I visited my grandparents regularly again. Sadly, my paternal grandfather had died by then. My own children have also had close relationships with their grandparents too. I think there's something very special about the relationship between children and their grandparents, if they're lucky enough to have them around.

Maybe twice a year in a good year. One lot lived in the North of England, the others on a farm far South. We were in London. Usually Christmas and one another time. Sadly, not much of a relationship.