What’s a household item that reminds you of your grandma’s house?

Never knew either grandma, so no memories.

An oak monk's bench which stood in their hall and which I claimed after they died. As a child I was fascinated that a piece of furniture could transform from a bench into a table

I have 2 cups and saucers that belonged to my great grandmothers’ on my paternal side. I am struck by how tiny the cups are.

Wall pictures with Victorian scenes and black frames.

I have my granny's Grandmother clock. It has fabulous Westminster chimes which have been a constant sound throughout my life - first at Granny's house, then my parent's. Despite spending a fortune, it keeps appalling time but that has become part of it's charm.

I have jewellery and China from both sides of the family.

I have a chest of drawers and a blanket box from my grandma’s house. Love them .

Lavender bags

A pottery biscuit barrel from my paternal grandmothers home, a constant as a child and in my young adult life. Asked if there was anything I wanted after her death I opted for it. I also have bits and pieces of no monetary value she gave me during her lifetime, all precious to her. They were all non negotiable when major downsizing happened. I’ll never part with them.

As with kittylester. It is a clock - a French ornate mantel piece clock.

I have a lot of things my maternal grand mother owned. She as aWW1 widow her income was tiny but she had a discerning eye and bought beautiful things that were damaged. I have a her dining table, actually a library table, pictures and so on.

We are a family where every generation including my 19 year old DGD love old houses and antiques and we swap furniture like other families swap clothes. Both the clock and table passed first toone of my aunts, who had it for 40 plus years, before it came to me. She had both clock and table restored and repaired. Now I have them and they will probably stay in the family when I go.

I have my mother’s (chipped) little blackbird designed to go in the middle of a pie to let steam out. It came from my Granny’s house, along with my wooden rolling pin.

Brass ornaments that she made myself and my sister polish, our younger brother was instead allowed to play.
Have never liked brass since.

This thread is making me sad. When my Nana and Pop died I really wanted the Grandfather clock that I used to watch while sitting on the stairs My parents said I could not have it it had a moon face and a really melodic chime I haven’t thought about it for quite a while till now

Clocks, several dinner services and tea sets, jewellery along with ornaments from both Grannies.

Those lustre cups from back in the 60s in an oyster colour. Grannie had a full tea set.
I saw some in tkmaxx a while back only in a pink colour. Really took me back to my childhood.

Randomly…….sodium percarbonate, more commonly known as green bleach……I use it to remove stains on tea towels, white socks, inside mugs etc. it has to be dissolved in boiling water and smells just like Oxydol washing powder that GM used all the time.

Her jam making pot. It went to my mum and now I have it. It might go to my daughter, although she doesn't like jam. My nan was a formidable cook and baker as was mum and it reminds me of them both.

Carpet sweeper

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Brass ornaments that she made myself and my sister polish, our younger brother was instead allowed to play.
Have never liked brass since.

Are we sisters?😁

I have a number of those little china clusters of flowers in tiny vases, a pot budgie and an embroidered table cloth from paternal grannie. Mums mum gave me a dainty fur short scarf thing in the 1960’s to wear with maternal grandpa ‘s leather Ww 1 waistcoat (happy hippy days). Gran referred to the fur as “my bit of skunk”

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I have a number of those little china clusters of flowers in tiny vases, a pot budgie and an embroidered table cloth from paternal grannie. Mums mum gave me a dainty fur short scarf thing in the 1960’s to wear with maternal grandpa ‘s leather Ww 1 waistcoat (happy hippy days). Gran referred to the fur as “my bit of skunk”

Aaah! The innocence of old age😄

Everyone used to have a budgie called Billy or Petey.

I guess it would have to be my house, because it was my paternal grandmother's when I was very young. I lived in one of the flats downstairs with my parents, and my maternal grandparents lived in the other flat. When my grandmother died, my parents and I moved upstairs.

Sadly I never had Grandparents. Hope my GC have happy memories of me .

A mangle in the garden