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My Gran was a strong woman, looking after her mother in law ( who died at 101). She didn't take any nonsense but would spoil me with Friday lunch followed by several bars of chocolate. Still miss her even though she died 20 years ago.

I bizarrely miss all the interesting meals that my grandmother used to cook - things like cheesy semolina and cabbaged meatballs. Never thought I would say that as a child but my adult self really longs for those days!

I spent a lot of time with my Grandad in Cumbria as my younger brother was in and out of hospital, he used to take me to work with him at the boys school in St Bees. I rode on the gang mower while cut the grass on the cricket pitch, walked the golf course while he tended the greens and helped him shovel the coke into the boilers in the cellar. Even now the sound of coke being shovelled takes me straight back there!

I was brought up during the last part of the war years living with my Grandparents on St.Kitts. So I am lucky to have happy memories of sitting on a pony with them watching. They seemed very elderly but I loved them & the memories are of a golden early childhood on a farm with a benign elderly couple.

When I was seven I was hospitalised for three months. Hospital was a scary place for a child in those days (1951). Visitors were not allowed into the ward so I had to see them through a window at the end of the ward. Even my parents were not allowed in to be by my bedside. My paternal grandfather visited one day and brought me a wee 'walking doll'. It was about 6 inches high and could 'walk' on stiff legs down a slope (e.g. a hard back book). I loved that wee doll and it became a treasured possession. My Grandpa died before I was discharged from hospital so my memories of him are inextricably linked to 'dolly'.

Mothers parents sitting by a blazing fire eating winkles & cockles and drinking milk stout. Proper Londoners.

We would always go there on a sunday afternoon and have gingerbeer and a slice of battenburg cake. My nan would play the piano and we would listen and sing when we knew the songs

I have lots of great memories of my grandparents, We all used to go to my grandparents house every Boxing Day for our tea all my Cousins Auntie's and Uncle's went, The house was packed but the fun we used to have will stay with me a life time.

Grandma had 6 children & most lived close by with their own families.Weekends & holidays would often find us round at gran's house,always made welcome,always fed when hungry. I never remember her being angry or shouting at us.
Lots of lovely memories!

I only really knew my paternal Grandma. She and her sister lived in the same village as us and I used to go there to play. A big treat was her egg custard, and if I was good she would give me a Nuttall's Mintoe out of her bag. I have a lot of good memories of my Grandma and Great Aunt.

I remember my grandma doing the laundry with a dolly tub and mangle, using dolly blue. She also used to stand in front of the fire with her skirt up, warming her bottom. During the war, she had worked in a munitions factory and her skin always had a yellow tinge. My grandad, who was blind, used to sing "Knees up mother Brown" and "Little brown jug", and he would go into the road with a shovel, to collect horse droppings for his roses. I remember them eating meals of tripe and bread. After grandma died, mum used to send me round there each Sunday morning, to dust and tidy for grandad. As a reward he would give me threepence, which I would always spend on Uncle Joe's mint balls. One day, I had the shock of my life when I looked into a cup by the kitchen sink and saw grandad's glass eye staring up at me.

My lovely nana would always walk for almost an hour to visit and bring us 1 Mars bar to share between 3 of us or some butterkist popcorn. She always smelled of Tunes cough sweets and the smell now takes me straight back

I was adopted and never knew either my parents or my real grandparents. My adoptive parents were older when they adopted me and both my adoptive grandmothers had passed on. I have few memories of my two grandfathers: my mother's father lost his legs in a railway accident and would sit me on his wooden knees to sing 'The animals came in two by two' and 'Here comes an old woman upon a white horse', bouncing me somewhat uncomfortably up and down in time to the words! He had a large moustache that drooped over his top lip and when drinking tea, he would noisily suck the moustache after each swig of tea! My paternal grandfather used to be a baker, in the days when bread was taken to customers' homes in a horse-drawn van. My parents were devout Plymouth Brethren and on Sundays we attended chapel. Services were dull for a small child but always enlivened for me by my granddad who would fall asleep, only to jerk awake in a quiet moment and shout out "Baker! Fresh bread!"

My Nanna was a farmers wife and I remember so many happy hours spent at the kitchen table making delicious cakes and puddings - she made all her own jams and chutneys and showed me how easy it was to do, I am ashamed to say, although I still bake I don't find the time to make jam anymore. Whenever I bake I think of Nanna, she was a brilliant cook and I miss her very much.

I remember eating leftover fat from cooking meat spread onto bread at my grandparents house, and they always had the most wonderful jellies in the shape of bunny rabbits that I simply adored!

My Dad's parents were very old (as I thought then) they used to sit either side of the fireplace, Pop had a massive dictionary by his side and liked to read the definitions of words. No tv only a radio tuned to the Home Service. Table under the window with a green chenille cloth. They raised six children my Dad being the youngest by some years. I was expected to sit quietly and was given a Jacob's cracker with butter (possibly margarine) and home made blackcurrant jam and told to eat it quietly. They already had grown up grandchildren. When I think back they must have been in their middle seventies when I was born. My Mum's Mum was much younger and more active and taught me to skip.

My mum's dad died when she was 13. My gran was wonderful and she and my great aunt Liz taught me so much. I learnt how to play cards, Jack Change It and Twentyfive, with sweets for the winner, which they frequently let me win. They were crossword fanatics and Gran would pester me with clues, challenging me to think, which I secretly enjoyed. When I was stuck on a maths homework Gran would always be able to explain it to me in a way that was easier to understand. Poor mum wouldnt have had the time or patience with a brood of seven. Great aunt Liz was a keen gardener and her love of that has rubbed off on me. Being the oldest of 7 I loved going to Gran & Aunt Liz's for an overnight. It was great to have all that individual attention. A real treat was going on the bus into Bangor and while they had their coffee and fruit scones I had fizzy orange with my scone - seems a revolting mixure now, but aged 8 - 12 I thought it the height of sophistication. Occasionally I would have a few days holiday with the and was never bored and always spoilt with their attention. They had great warmth, patience and humour. I was so fortunate to have them in my life.

My grandad used to go to town, by bus, every Saturday while I stayed with nan. One day he came home with a gorgeous Barbie doll and some clothes as I had said I would like one. I had fun playing and while looking at the leaflet of clothes/outfits available I must have shown nan and grandad some of the things I wanted to get. Grandad got out his bike and went back to town just to get me a Barbie wedding outfit. I still remember that being done for me and how nan knitted all sorts of dolls clothes. I miss all my grandparents greatly.

Unfortunately both my grandfathers had died before I was born and by the age of 11 both my grandmothers had passed away. The only memory I have of my maternal grandmother is being at a family wedding and sleeping in the same room as her. We lived too far away to see her regularly as in those days nobody had a car. However, I have lovely memories of my husbands maternal grandmother and loved to hear her tell us the same stories over and over and she would always laugh at them herself. She always wore a pinny and kept a bag of mint imperials in the pocket and whenever I see mint imperials now I always think of her.

Dad from Belfast, Mam from Southern Ireland. I loved my Nannie in Belfast so much, I was her little bird; she sadly died when I was 8. I had met my grandfather from the south when he visited his children in England, but I had never my grandmother until I was 10. What a disaster that was. She hated my father because he was from Belfast, even though she had never met him and she spent the whole month, out of earshot of my mother calling me by my surname. I remember correcting her and she said "Your father is a black north b*****d, so I won't be calling you by your first name ever. She died the following year, so I never had to see her again. I told my mam many years later and she was horrified. I am 60 now and still so glad she died early on in my life. We have a mind-set of how grandparents should be and sadly that's not always the case. Because of my earlier experiences, I strive to be that loving, firm but fair grandparent.

Everytime I see and smell the scent of geraniums, it reminds me of my grandparents. Attached to their living room, they had a conservatory filled with geranium plants. They were my grandparent's pride and joy. I always have the plants in my garden during the summer as a constant reminder of my lovely grandparents.

I only knew one of my grandparents, my lovely nan would collect me from school once a week and take me to Brownies, we'd get chip shop chips for tea and watch her beloved Emmerdale, ooh she'd be shocked to see it now ! Sadly we lost her to ovarian cancer just as I hit my teens, she came to live with us for awhile but spent her last days with a Macmillan Hospice, they were a great help through some of the darkest days, I remember her smile most, she was a very kind lady, a warm and gentle soul.

Old Granny and racy Nan. My grandmother had my father late in life so she was always ' old ' in my eye. Every Christmas I would get a vest and a pink sugar mouse for Christmas - right up to when she died when I was 13. She also gave my parents a jar of honey with the instructions of giving me a spoonful every day in the winter to ward of winter lurgy !
Racy Nan had already left my grandad before I was born ( I was born in 1961 ) for another man and didn't live in my hometown. We saw her a few times a year. She wore a fur coat with red high heels always had her poodle with her and I would often hear her say s**t ! In my eyes as a child very racy ! !

I only remember one , my maternal grandmother born in the Victorian times but was a domestic science teacher and had travelled to New Zealand for a holiday before marriage.I like to think that we all have her spirit for adventure and hope her great great granddaughters continue in this way.

My maternal Nanny had such a hard life, having been left on her own bringing 9 children up - and she always seemed to be washing in an old twin tub, whenever we went round. She loved babies though and her face would light up whenever she held one of her grandchildren. (Didn't really know my Granddad, as obviously he'd left her).
My paternal Grandad died before I was born but my Nanny was a lovely lady - our favourite part of her house was her 'sweets & treats drawer' which she'd always dip into at some point during our visit and find something nice for us. She liked a secret bet and would sneak off on a Saturday afternoon to back a horse or two!