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My grandad always played dominos with me when we visited and my grandma would bake queen cakes.

I used to go to my grandparents house after school and on school holidays and they used to keep my favourite games and toys in a cupboard by the door which was mine. My grandad used to watch cricket and although I didn't like the game at the time I now love test cricket. They used to give us £5 for Christmas which was a lot of money back then!

I was quite young when sadly I lost all my grandparents however my lasting memory of my mum's mum was the food we had at her house when we visited. She was an excellent yet simple cook and there are still recipes she used in the family even now. I also remember she always had Roses lime marmalade at breakfast and another was York jelly fruit sweets that I always get in at Christmas to remind me. Little things but they remind me of happy times we spent at her house as children.

My paternal grandfather was injured in the throat in WW1, he was in the trenches but didn't talk about it. He had a very gruff voice which I later realised was a result of the injury. I wish I could ask him questions about his experiences now, but at the time it never occurred to me.

There are so many memories - getting tar on my fingers and grandma getting it off with butter! Grandpa reading to me endlessly setting me off on the bookworm road I have followed. They were quite elderly when I was born but they always showed such love, kindness and patience to me. I hope my grandchildren have as good memories of me.

My parents bought a house with my mum's parents when I was two years old, so although they had their own sitting room and kitchen, as an only child until the age of 10, they were an important part of my life.

Nanny was everything a child could long for in a grandmother. I knew that she loved me dearly and she played alongside me in a way that many adults would find it hard to do. Never did she appear bored or distracted or end the activity until it came to its natural end.

During the summer, we spent hours making picnics in the garden for the little pottery gnomes she had bought me for my own little garden - which she had helped me design, create and maintain. We constructed gnome furniture out of acorns, pine cones, twigs and other natural things and used leaves for plates with fresh berries to eat and water from the water butt in acorn cups. This was accompanied by what seemed like hours of role play, each little gnome having his/her own name and personality.

When the colder weather arrived, our favourite activity was playing shops. The shop was my dolls' ironing board and nanny helped me make little packets of food out of old cartons, carefully copying the designs on real products from her pantry. Fresh produce was then modeled out of Plasticine. But my joy of joys were the little brown paper packets she helped me to fold and construct which we then filled with real food - rice, flour, sago, currants, tea etc - and she found a little plastic scoop which I could use to weigh and fill twisted paper cones which we also constructed. We used real coins in my toy cash register and all my dolls and toys would line up ready to make their purchases.

Nanny died when I was eight years old and I was devastated. The house seemed sad and cold without her and no-one else could enter my childhood world in the way that she did. I missed her dreadfully and still wear the 1920s arm band that she always wore. it is some comfort to me that I seem to have inherited some of her attributes and resemble her physical and only hope that in some small way I can be as special to my little granddaughters as she was to me.

My Grandad died when we were quite young and I only remember him sitting down or lying in bed. Once when we had a new litter of Siamese kittens, we took them for Grandad to see, but he just dismissed them as rats.

My grandad was a very quiet man who always wore a flat cap.My grandma never learned to read or write think she spent her childhood looking after her brothers and sisters,She was an amazingcook and made all the family Christmas cakes well into her eighties

I always remembered every week we went to visit, my nan would have some cakes from the bakery for us to have on our visit. She told me i had a heart of gold too and its always stuck with me x

I never knew any of my grandparents, so the only memories I have are what my parents told me.

I was fortunate enough to have the pleasure of three grandparents until my late 20s (dad's dad died before I was born).

My dad's mum lived in North Wales but she didn't speak with a Welsh accent. We used to visit during the holidays and sometimes I'd go up and stay with her. She used to drive around in her mini and would cook me jacket potatoes. She was a sweet little woman and I never saw her get angry.

My mum's parents lived about an hour away but then moved to be closer when I was around 13. My mum's mum seemed tall to me (my dad's mum was small) and was a glamourous lady. She always wore make-up, had her hair done and jewellery on. I remember riffling through her jewellery box and trying on her long, beaded necklaces! We both loved turquoise.

When I was very young, I remember staying in their big house and my grandma making up bedtime stories - I loved that she could do that! They took me out to places as well. I remember getting on the bus with my grandma and going for fish and chips in town with them.

I've very fond memories of them all.

We stayed with my grandparents every summer and Christmas. Grandpa was rather stern but Grannie was the most loving person I have ever met so holidays at her house were idyllic.

Home grown vegetables, how I loved the baby beetroot; a meat safe (no fridge); salt, or was it sugar, in a block; the mangle outside, mind the buttons; the oven built into the fireplace; coal fires and frost on the inside of the single glazed windows; going sticking, (fetching wood from the spinney for the fire); the flock mattress on the bed, with the chamber pot underneath; lily-of-the-valley along the path and hydrangeas that scratched at my legs; but, most of all, the love, patience and time spent with me, an only child.

Sadly I have very little memory of grandparents. My Dad's Dad died when Dad was 18 months old, and his Mum passed away when he was 15, so I had no paternal grandparents. My Mum's Dad died 5 years before I was born and her Mum died when I was five. I can remember Grandma staying with us when she was poorly after her stroke and I can remember the day of her funeral when a neighbour looked after me when the family went to the funeral. I really missed having grandparents, and I am so thankful for the time I have to spend with my precious granddaughter.

I used to stay with my grandparents at half terms, which I really enjoyed, despite there not being much to do, and my grandma's dislike of tv! My grandparents walked everywhere, and although I used to talk to my grandma all the time, because my grandad was quite severe, when we went out, I always had to keep up with my grandad who walked much faster than my grandma!

My grandmother was a lovely lady who always had fresh baked cookies for us when we came to visit. I remember her taking me for walks and getting a bit frustrated because she walked so slow and sitting on the garden swing with her while she told me stories about her youth.

My grandad died when I was 5 I remember him in his wheelchair. My gran then wen tout to work and she was and still is to me a wise woman I still live by a lot of her sayings. I an still hear her when I am pondering in something, giving me her answer

I have such found memories of my grandparents. One of my favourites is my nan used to give us lumps of cheese to eat as a snack and then we would mix up her breakfast museli from all the different ingredients. So simple but we loved the time spent together.

Unfair. I never knew any of my grandparents.
However, I did know two of my husband's.
They lived in a bungalow with two rooms and a bathroom.
It was very squashed when we went to visit them for Sunday tea.
His grandmother was round and dumpy, with a lovely smile, and always wore a hat that looked like a teacosy.
She used to bake all sorts of cakes, scones and singing hinnies in the coal-fired oven next to the fire.

My Nanna was a gem
who loved a little tipple.
Every Saturday afternoon
she would sip a little.
All things done to a time
including tea and cake at 3
then baking through to 5
always sausages and mash for me.
But the best time was at 8
when bed and bath with bubbles
and tucked up with a book
followed by lots of kisses and cuddles.
Set my alarm clock to a timer
and I helped with pancake flipping
but it's her lovely smiling eyes I miss
as well as her sweet kissin!

When I was younger my grandparents came to live with us for a while, and I remember some really fun afternoons when my gran used to try and put makeup on me, I never sat still so it normally looked a disaster, but she always told me how beautiful I was. I am also named after her, and miss her terribly.

I recall visiting my grandmother when she was in residential care aged 94.I had recently been on a course from work away from home.She told me off for leaving the family and told off my wife too for allowing me to go.She never really needed to say anything-she had "the look" which controlled everyone.She was only 4 foot 10 inches tall and built like a little Buddha but my was she scary when she wanted.That's what you get when brought up with 10 sisters and brothers,4 of whom died before 5 from a smallpox epidemic in the latter part part of the 19th century.Wonderful woman and hard as nails.

My maternal grandfather lived in an old chalet bungalow on a huge piece of land next to the sea, wonderful days spent picking fruit, exploring the dusty loft space, swimming and boating over the creek and playing with his lovely friendly Labrador, especially as we had no pets at home. He loved his pipe and could play wonderful lively tunes on his violin, he was a retired sailor and had wonderful stories of his travels around the world and arms full of tattooes before they became fashionable! A lovely man.

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My nan's laugh - utterly contagious, oh and her coughing and spluttering after trying horseradish.