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

A Victorian mangle I inherited. Dreadful, ugly thing but I'll get around to 'losing' it one of these fine days.

I have my Granny's tea set. It's carefully wrapped in tissue paper in a large box in a cupboard. As far as I know it was used 3 times, at the weddings of her 3 sons. I have never used it.

Brass ornaments my DH insists on keeping so I leave him to get the polishing done. A bar of soap in a soap dish that needs cleaning horrible outdated stuff. I prefer to use liquid soap it's far more hygienic in my opinion.

Rolling pin, cake forks and jam spoon. Oh and the posser, which was a wonderful artefact to take him to school when we were studying history.

A big tin of lavender furniture polish & a red and yellow box of Bird's Trifle!

One of those drying racks that winds down from the ceiling. I haven’t got one but I still think of hers up in Yorkshire.

Glass lemon squeezers

I have my Dad's grandmother's wash bowl and jug. It lives in my bathroom and it makes me smile every time I see it.

Calendargirl

Never knew either grandma, so no memories.

Ditto.
Neither did my parents ever meet each other's parents or go to the other's home place.

I would still, have a glass dish that invariably appeared at teatime at my paternal GM’s house - full of orange jelly with mandarin oranges in.
Only dh broke it. 🤬
It was years ago and I still haven’t quite forgiven him.
That dish was the only thing I wanted from DM’s house when she died in the late 70s. Her teas were so memorable - besides the jelly, lots of things we never had at home, like Dairylea triangles and Wagon Wheels.

A large tablet of red Lifebuoy soap. Granny in Lismore (an island near Oban) had no running water. In fact I was sent with a pail to collect some from a random pipe sticking out of a grassy bank. Granny had a black range with a sooty kettle constantly simmering. When she washed her hair in an enamel bowl out came the Lifebuoy, so no chance of any germs surviving.

Cossy and Orea all the budgies I knew, and there were quite a few, were called Joey. Some of them must have been girls by the law of averages.

They were blue or green and lived solitary lives in little cages. One or two of the cleverer ones could say "Who's a pretty boy then?"

Oreo

Everyone used to have a budgie called Billy or Petey.

We had a blue budgie called Joey!

My mother has some of my paternal grandmother's dishes. The ones that remind me the most of Grandma's house are some of the drinking glasses and the small glass red and white containers that Grandma used to hold butter and honey.

I inherited an Edwardian green glass fishbowl and glass fishes with floats from my nanna, I chose it because it used to fascinate me as a child. It needs repairing, so it’s in a cupboard, I must see if I can get it sorted.

A pair of tiny brass slippers. They were always on the mantlepiece and adorn mine now,
From my great grandmother's and great grandfather's house I have a large brass pot with a handle that had a pointed bag suspended over it and jam dripping through it. I can still smell the bread baking and the jam smell in their house.

A mangle in the garden

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

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.

Everyone used to have a budgie called Billy or Petey.

Iam64

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😄

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”

Fallingstar

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?😁

Carpet sweeper

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.