Aww, I never knew any grandparents as they were all dead before I was born.
I do have recollections of a couple of great aunts in 1948 who my dad used to take me to visit, but I remember being scared to death of them and also the foreboding dark interior of the house.
A very tall aunt Sally wearing a long black dress and a white frilly apron and little aunt Matty with her squinty eyes looking like a basket of whelks, who'd answer the door in her fussy way.
Long lace curtains and velvet night curtains, a huge aspidistra on a table in the window and antimacassars on the chairs. An enormous grandfather clock in the hall. Everything was overbearing being the young child that I was at the time. The smell of moth-balls was quite heady as I remember too.
Out used to come the tin of petticoat tails shortbread biscuits which I never ate because I was so frightened but do remember clinging to dad's sister aunt Jess who smelled of face powder and seemed more human.
I gather they'd have been my dad's aunts maybe his mum's sisters. I suppose, looking back, I should have been privileged to have known these relatives and their austere ways against what we have now. At least I've had the experience of times past.