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My maternal grandparents lived on a farm. I would spend every holiday there, and I would feed the chickens and get the eggs with my nan and then feed the pigs with my granddad. My nan would also send me to the corner shop to buy sweets which we would then play cards for. I have so many happy memories from this period of my childhood. My paternal grandparents lived in the same village and I would walk and visit them. My paternal nan would love watching Big Daddy and Giant Haystack on the TV, and would shout at the TV when there was any cheating involved.

My Grandpa came to live with us when I was about 3, until after I'd left home. He did most of the cooking and was very tolerant of two lively girls. after shopping he'd tell Mum whom he'd met down the village and they had the most fantastic nicnames! I wish I could remember them now.

Born to older parents, I only had one grandparent still alive when I was small. It was my maternal grandmother who was tall, quite smart, and very thin. I remember her teaching me to read, playing paper-and-pen type games with me, singing nursery rhymes. I loved her beautiful green glass dolly's tea set and kind, soft eyes.
I remember how she liked "a bit of tinned salmon" for tea, and ate like a little bird. It was at 'tea' time when she died. I was sitting with her quietly and she just slipped of her chair. It was somehow quite unremarkable. I remember my mother weeping and hugging me, and how confused I was when she was taken away by an ambulance. I didn't understand why they took her away when they couldn't make her well. I wanted to hug her and say goodbye. She was very special. I loved her a lot.

My grandparents were both barely 5foot in height and quite rotund!
They resembled a pair of balls!
My younger brother always thought that they should have a bubble car ( remember them?)
Granddad taught me all about magnetism and demonstrated with different shaped magnets, a sheet of paper and iron filings. I suppose I was about 5years old at the time.
Granny taught me how to crochet. An art which I still practice. However she could not teach me to knit and I still can't!

The smell of Chanel no5 and cigarettes always reminds me of my nanna!

My grandparents were incredibly active. We always joked they had a better social life than any of us! They were keen Scottish dancers and used to take us along to their dances and Burns night suppers. They taught me how valuable friends, shared hobbies and having fun are!

I remember my nan owned a nic nac shop and when I was little I used to love mooching around the shop she had a big book that she let people pay weekly for things , to help them out such a kind hearted women ,she let me organise the cotton reels into colour order I loved it

Paternal grandparents died before I was born but I knew my maternal grandparents. Grandpa was a lovely gentle soul who was a milkman in a horse-drawn milk cart. He loved Murray Mints. The last few years of his life he would get a Christmas card received from his employer out of his pocket thinking it had just sent it to him. Grandma was very large and loved clotted cream - but she still managed to live until she was 92.

My father's mother sadly died many years before I was born, so I never met her. I visited my grandfather with my parents, but that was the only involvement I had with him.

My maternal grandparents I saw often, although sadly they both died before I was 10 years old. When we went out for a Sunday stroll my grandfather always wore a suit, his shirt collar was very stiff and he wore a bowler hat and carried a walking stick. I recall that my grandmother (a mother of 5) from her 60s onward had all her household chores done for her She had a lady come in to do her cleaning plus one daughter did her clothes washing at the weekend and my mother and I would visit on Mondays and my mother would do my Grandmothers' ironing each week. Sheets etc were sent to the laundry and delivery men called door to door with various commodities! They were loving, caring Grandparents.

my nana lived with us when I was a child and looked after me after school when mum was at work. I have great memories of baking and learning to cook with her. We had happy times in the kitchen and my love of cooking has stayed with me all my life - I've now passed on my recipes and love of food to my children and grandchildren.

I never knew my grandads but my nans were like chalk and cheese one was quiet and loving and always good for a cuddle. The other was brought up in the school of hard knocks and never offered a cuddle but loved it when we gave her one anyway....... both very special ladies in their own way!

I was taken to visit both sets of grandparents every Sunday morning where I was given a 6d piece by both households and in my little mind this was my right! My paternal grandfather was in hospital for many months before he finally died and I used to visit most nights with my parents, apparently this made his passing much happier as he looked forward to seeing me. Unfortunately as my parents were elderly my grandparents all died when I wa very small. I am looking forward to being around for a lot longer for my grandaughter.

My grandpa was so loving and kind, we used to see him every Christmas but also other times of the year and my twin sister and I used to look forward to him coming so much! for us, christmas was Grandpa as he would always make it so special. He used to put pound coins in our Christmas cards and take us out to afternoon tea in town on the few days before Christmas. He would tell us stories, play games with us and he was so loving, hes not here anymore and Christmas is never the same without him. When he used to go home after Christmas he would always carry his case to the bus stop but he would stop every ten metres, put down his case and wave, blowing kisses to us! So many lovely memories of my Grandpa, this was lovely thinking about it!

I remember every Christmas at school we would make gifts and for several years I made a 'spill holder' for my Grandad who smoked a pipe. It was just a covered loo roll centre with a bottom in it and then we bought a packet of coloured wooden spill tapers (wonder if they still sell them?) and I was always really chuffed to see my present sitting on the hearth and he used it daily to light his pipe!

I can remember sitting on my granddads knee doing wordsearches together whilst he sucked fishermans friends. Great times

My grandma took in boarders from the grand theatre Derby there was a Mr Woodley who came every Christmas for the pantomime ,the first coloured man I saw his act involved a python lots of other acts .one couple ties sheets and went out by bedroom window to avoid paying for digs. Grain nailed the wooden window s down after cos never to happen again but can't write about all.small lady metal rimmed glasses and hair curled at sides with scissor like curlers we went twice a week after school had jelly and custard for tea tubes were fine as she had baked and we had rock cakes they were stale by Thursday. but we still ate them. My brother wouldn't eat her bread and butter puddings it was solid tin loaf shape and blooming each landed in stomach like lump of lead .Kept chickens had mice running round in her cupboards but she was our super grain and we loved her two bits lived to age 86 God bless passed away in 1966

Our holiday was always going to Bristol to visit my grandparents & loved it! My Mum & I made up a song about visiting them, which we would always sing (very loudly) throughout the journey, much to the annoyance of my brother!
Their house was warm & cosy, full of the old hardback Enid Blyton books which I would devour eagerly while my Mum chatted to my Granny.
My Gramps was lovely, a warm & funny man who didn't wast words. I remember clambering on him while he was sat on his armchair, asking him to read to me. He used to call me (& my Mum too when she was younger) 'My Queen'. It's not a term of endearment I've heard since, so it's always a really special one
My Granny made bacon & eggs for breakfast every morning - what a treat! My Gramps (who was italian) would whip up homemade pasta for dinner - I'd never eaten so well!

My Nannie loved the Sound of Music and everytime it came on the cinema (3 times that I remember) she persuaded my mum to let me have the day off school so I could go and watch it with her. My Granddad was still working part time when he was in his late 60s and would occasionally take me with him for an hour on a Saturday morning. He wasn't allowed to take me again after he had to bring me home soaking wet in winter after the 'guard dog' on the premises knocked me into a horse trough full of water.

My nanna loved me which is just as well because my parents didn't. I've since read that being criticised continually is a screwed up way of wanting the best for your child together with an inability to know how to provide encouragement and support. My parents are intelligent professionals. I'll leave that thought with you.

My two sets of grandparents were chalk and cheese .
My mums parents were loving caring and playful,always available for a cuddle and a story and I stayed over so regularly I had toys and clothes at their home.
My paternal grandparents were of the 'seen and not heard' school, everything got reported back to mum, meals eaten in silence and they were so severe I was tongue tied when I had to visit , so much so that my granddad only ever called me vinegar .
I hope my grandchildren regard me as the loving gran , it would break my heart otherwise .

My grandma once had 8 of her grandchildren to stay. She put the four boys in one bed and four girls in the other. Ours was a huge feather thing and really soft. Poor grandma must have slept on the sofa downstairs. We girls could hear the boys laughing all night and I expect we were pretty noisy too. To her credit, grandma didn't tell us off, she saw us all so rarely she just let us enjoy the moment. In the morning we were woken by her huge tortoiseshell cat who prodded and clawed us all until we had to get up. Grandma allowed me to turn the handle on her Singer sewing machine. Of the 8 youngsters I was the only one who was interested; I was fascinated. As I grew up she showed me how to make my own clothes and save money. My mum was delighted, she hated sewing. Grandma taught me to knit too. I will be forever grateful to her for sharing her skill. I'm hoping my 1 year old granddaughter will carry on the tradition.

my maternal grandmother was a strong woman, she and her sister both lost there husbands at a very early age in WW1, they combined household and brought up my mother and four other children together. She worked as a florist at St Johns Market in Liverpool and I can always remember running in to see her with the wonderful scent of flowers. when she eventually had to move in with us, my mother had five children by then, she spent hours teaching me to knit in front of the coal fire,,

The only grandparent I knew, was my maternal Grandmother. We lived just a street away from her and we went to her house with my mum a couple of days a week. We either sat in the kitchen or the dining room being seen and not heard whilst they talked. The front room was never used apart from special occasions, i.e. Christmas etc.,
The best memories however, is weekends spent at the caravan she owned at a park in West Sussex. To me and my siblings it was something really special and we never tired of going there.

I spent hours/days watching my maternal grandad building my first dolls house. I'll always remember it. He had great patience.

My Grandma had a seemingly endless supply if Kitkats and gossip!