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My lovely nan playing cards with me. Always used to run up to the bedroom when we stayed in the summer holidays, the bed seemed so high and it had a potty under the bed so we didn't have to use the outside toilet!

I remember going to visit my nan and we would always visit the farm next door and pick apples in the Orchard whilst trying to avoid the goat that liked to chase people away

My grandma was a superb cook and her shortcrust pastry was unbelievable - I still remember her apple dumplings! Sadly none of the family inherited the knack ;-)

I grew up with my Grandma when my Mum and Dad split up when I was around 4 (mid 60's) and myself, my young sister and my Mum moved in with her. I can remember sitting and watching her sew, using the ironing board as a table, she gave me my passion for sewing but more importantly made most of mine and my sisters dresses. Amazing lady that brought us up while my Mum worked full time but still found time to go ballroom dancing 2 afternoons a week. Loads of wonderful memories...I could go on forever!!

My grandma used to keep a bag of cotton reels for us to thread together and play with, and bags of rice. I can still remember the physical sensations of that kind of play, all these years later.
I looked for cotton reels for mine when they were young but could only get plastic ones which didn't have the same cold sensation. I don't sew or mend things like she had to, or I guess I'd have my own!

My great grandmother was a flower seller and every Saturday I would go visit her and she would get me to go and buy the paper to wrap the flowers in and I would then help her with the flowers.

Nanny B was very old and had a dog - I don't remember much more. Grandad was already dead when I was born. Nanny C was a great baker and I loved visiting her and sampling what she'd just baked. She was lovely and liked to travel - mostly without my Grampy who was a gardener but preferred to stay at home with his pub, fags and horse racing!

My nan was ss round as she was tall. I used to stay with her when i was off school sick and call there on the way jome from school. She bought me and my brothers a comic every werk and had a drawer with treats in. I dont remember her husband, my grandad because he died when I was under 2. When I was about 10 we had to write about a relative and I chose her. It caused much hilarity when I wrote that she had 6 children and 13 grandchildren though she wasn't married! She lived to be 97.

Grangran was a tall upright man with a swoosh of thick silver hair that he used to let us style for him,he used to pretend to fall asleep behind the newspaper so that we would bang it to wake him up!He was an avid photographer and travelled to lots of places many people of his age would not have dreamed of visiting and brought us back foreign treasures and a love of green tea ,I always remember him singing Count your many blessings to us and still miss him so many years later!

My gran lived in Combe in a small cottage with an outside toilet in a shed at the bottom of the garden. The toilet comprised of a wooden bench boxed in with a bucket to catch everything. Toilet roll was Izal tracing paper.

She had a fabulous garden and could grow amazing hydrangeas.

She used to buy me tangerines, Revels and as a real treat she would get me an ice cream from Clacks shop next door.

I loved it when it was Combe feast. We used to go to the service and sing hymns with the Salvation Army on the Sunday afternoon before the fair, and then she showed me off to her friends and neighbours in the village. She bought me candyfloss and took me on the roundabouts.

She used to stay with us at Christmas. Sleeping in the same room as me. I used to lie there breathing in her scent of lavender and mints happy that she was there.

I do still to this day miss her.

My Gran always wore her hat and gloves when she went out anywhere - even if just to the shops (she was born in 1891). We used to watch in fascination as she speared two large silver beaded hat pins through her hat and bun without using a mirror. How she didn't catch her scalp I don't know, she was so quick doing it!

My Nan and Grandad had a fantastic 1930's house which backed onto a park. It had an Anderson air raid shelter in the garden and they told me great but scary stories about World War 2 and the bombs falling. My Mum would get cross because Nan would always put all the cakes and sweet stuff on the table as the same time as we were eating our tea so the kids would always want that instead! My Grandad really loved Christmas and would have quite a bit of whisky while decorating the tree so by the end he was sloshed and the tree was overloaded! He died much too young sadly as he was such a warm and lovely man.

I can remember all my aunts,uncles and cousins always going to my grandparents every Sunday for tea.My grandma would sit me up on the wooden worktop and I can clearly remember her blue cross over "pinny",she would them get me to wash my hands and it was always Pears soap.The grandchildren were all fed first and then I can remember holding grandad's hand as he took us down the farm road to feed the chickens.It's amazing how clear I can "see" this as it was over fifty years ago.Such happy times x

I had two Grandmas who I loved very much but for different reasons (both dead now).

My Maternal Grandma lived in Beverley, Yorkshire. She was very ‘proper’ and was always baking. Her house smelt of baked pastries, hot bread and furniture wax polish. She had had 14 children and she brought them all up and steeled herself when three of the boys, and one of the girls, went to fight in WWII. The boys were soldiers (one caught in the sea at Dunkirk lived with German shrapnel in his neck until he died a few years ago, another was helping with the Berlin Airlift, he died a few years after his brother), the daughter was a Red Cross nurse. My Grandma used to let me feed the pig and chickens and collect the eggs. Also my job was to pick the pink gooseberries in her back garden. I have never tasted curd tart like Grandma used to make.

My Paternal Grandma lived ‘Up North’ in Middlesborough. She had four children. She was a laugh a minute. Loved to have a pint of Guinness at the week-end with her game of Bingo. She used to mess around and did things such as riding a broom like a horse or marching around the room with a broom on her shoulder, like a rifle, with a colander on her head for a hat, to make us laugh. I still have a photograph of her doing that. I am her image. I remember taking empty pop bottles to the corner shop for pocket money and spending the money on 2 ounce of sweets or kali and a lollipop. She was not well off because my Grandfather died early so she lived on his pension. Always happy and welcoming when we visited and would give you the crust from her mouth. Her special treat was ‘bread and lard’ which we loved.

So, two Grandmas, both much loved, but both oh so different.

Bread and Dripping! Not Bread and Lard! :-)

Staying overnight and sleeping in a very high double bed with a lumpy mattress...the bed was warmed with a stone hot water bottle and if I hung over the side I could see the blue and white flowered goesunder that I was never brave enough to use!

(welsh) nan baked bakestones/welsh cakes, took us up mountain to pick wild strawberries, winberries, blackberries, elderberries/elder flowers from which maded delicious tarts and wines. knitting us new jumpers or sewing skirt/dress for me and dolls. always having time to sit and read or tell stories. taking us to the park and pushing all of her grandchildren on the swings until we got tired. her arms must have ached. sitting by her fire and making toast/crumpets smothered in local farm butter. helping her do washing by holding tongs for twintub and making sure outlet pipe stayed in sink. our grandcher buying us a comic and a packet of oxo Chipmunk crisps and watching old cowboy films.

When I was in college my grandparents came to visit and took me food shopping. My Grandmother insisted that we just buy what I needed for two weeks as they'd be back then. My Grandfather had other ideas and kept putting things in the trolley, we bought so much that I still had some of it months later.

My nan was amazing. She was so funny and kind. We used to sing to old time music like Knees Up Mother Brown and Daisy Daisy. I had so much fun with her. She's been gone now for over 35 years now, and I still miss her terribly. I'd give anything for one more day.

When I begged and pleaded to stay the night and then crept out to sit on the stairs and watch Granny and Grandad play cards and accuse each other of cheating at Spite & Malice - a favourite family game.

My only grandparent was bedridden and blind. However, whenever I walked into the room he addressed me by name before I even had a chance to speak. As a child, I didn't realise that due to his blindness, his sense of hearing was much more acute. All I know was that it made me feel very special to him!

I remember my grampa sitting next to the fire smoking his pipe, it looked so amazing at the time.

Sounds daft I know, but although my Grandfather died when I was only three, I have felt his loss deeply through my whole life.

During the three years I knew him I have been told that he had care of me a lot as my Mother was caring for my sick Grandmother most of the time.

My sister told me that he used to put me in his wheelbarrow and push me along the railway line to his allotment.

He was from Cork and I think that is why I virtually melt if I meet an Irishman with a voice like his !

I had very dry skin as a child and on one occasion when I stayed with Granny she decided to put lots of lovely oil on my skin before bed. I went happily up the stairs but leaned on the wall all the way. Poor Grandpa had just finished wallpapering the hall, stairs and landing the previous week!

Up to the age of 10 we lived very close to my mothers parents (she was an only child). I was very close to my grandmother. She taught me to knit, read to me and gave me lots of her time. In 1964 we emigrated to Canada just before Christmas. My final memory of Nana is of her standing on the path waving as we left the house in Cardiff for London airport. I was excited at the time so the significance was lost. I now know as a grandmother myself How hard it must have been for her watching us leave.
My grandfather visited us in Canada after her death in 1972 and passed away while he was with us. They were both very special to me!