My maternal grandfather died when I was a few weeks old, so I have no memories of him but my grandma was great. I remember her house so well. We went to see her everyday after school, she had a jewellery box that was like a treasure chest to me, with necklaces of those beads that 'pop together'. My paternal grandmother became a widow very young and had two small boys to bring up on her own. She was quite austere and I was a little afraid of her. I do remember however, that she had a drawer especially for me where she kept a colouring book and crayons for our weekly visits. Her house was probably a good three miles from ours, but we thought nothing of walking there to visit,(I can remember doing this at the age of five), it makes me think that we use the car far too often these days.