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My grandfather was Polish and I only saw him on one visit to Poland in 1966. My only memory is that he had an enormous growth/wart on his cheek and also Parkinson's, so when told to kiss him all I remember is trying to avoid the wobbly wart.

My nan used to look after me on Saturdays whilst my mum worked at my grandads shop. All I wanted to do was play records on her player, either st Winifred's school choir, Johnny cash or Christmas carols. It didn't matter if it was July or December I loved to put the Christmas records on, it must have driven her mad! When she sadly passed away a couple of years ago I was asked if I wanted anything from the house, and I chose those records from her collection. We have lovely family memories when we play them now.

I remember going to my Great-Grandparents with my Grandma.(They were both in their mid nineties) Both bed ridden and the room smelt of tobacco,(Great-Grandad smoked a pipe)they had a chiming clock with a very loud tick and their bedroom was very dark. Great Grandma had very long grey hair that was always up in a bun.
Great-Grandad had purple liver spots on his lips and would always give me a kiss before I went.

I only knew one grandparent who died when I was six so memories are vague but I do recall him giving me sweets from his confectionery shop when I visited.

Gran Kean lived with us as she was blind, I shared a bed room with her until she passed away. My main memory was of going to her blind meetings with her and every xmas she received a lovely food hamper which included a fantastic Chocolate Fridge Cake. I have never been able to find a recipe to replicate this.

My Nanna lived in a coal mining village in the north east, I remember being first down for breakfast at 7am to find she had done the washing and it was out on the line, already getting smutty from the nearby pit. After going to the outside toilet (what a shock for a pampered southerner) I came in to help make breakfast and to warm up! She cooked on a fire range and I was allowed to sit on one of the little seats at the side and hold the bread to be toasted while she made the porridge. It was a special time - I loved having her to myself. She was loving and funny and I had a special rapport with her, it's been 40 years since she died but I can remember the times with her as if it was yesterday

Alas, no memories of grandparents for me either,I was still a baby when they died, but I'm so pleased that I have photos of them. I so wish I had a 'proper' memory of them .

Rite on grandaddy! We always used to say this to our Grandad - dad's dad who died 10 years ago aged 89.
He was a huge character who was our Father Christmas every day of the year. With a full head of hair to the day he died he gave us many years of memories.
My best one was when he used to ride us out to the caravan he bought in Prestatyn sit on his deck chair with his lovable collie dog Lassie under his chair whilst me and my siblings made sandcastles and had ice lollies in the Summer sun xx

Sitting at my nan's kitchen table in her wooden rocking chair and getting told not to rock while eating. lol

Both my grandfathers died many years before my parents even met. My grandmothers sadly died in the 18 months between my parents marriage and my birth, this was a source of great sadness for my mother especially. As a child I always felt a little envious of my friends who had grandparents.

Loved going to my paternal grandparents. There was an electric blanket on the bed that granddad use to plug into the ceiling light socket, how or why I cannot remember.
The weekly wash was an outhouse with single tub washing machine and a manual mangle and we use to argue over who was to turn the handle as we all liked doing it. Took two of us when we were younger.
I also remember the bath tub in front of the fire in the kitchen before part of their kitchen had a false wall put up and a bath added. Still had an outside toilet until the day she moved out of the house in 1985, she refused the upheaval to have an inside one put in.
But best was the six mile walk to the supermarket on a Saturday with the pull along shopping trolley. On the way back we stopped at her sisters house and had tea. I remember her large poodle. Then granddad picked us up in the car and brought us home. The only day of the week the car came out of the garage.
Happy memories of two lovely people.

I did not see a great deal of my paternal grandparents as they did not live close and they both died while I was under the age of 10 years. My maternal grandmother died when I was 2 years old so I do not have the fond memories that my older siblings have of her. However, I adored my granddad who was alive till I was about 12 years old. When my friends weren't around to play out I used to ride by bike to see granddad and help him feed the chickens and do little jobs in the garden. On Sundays if he wasn't coming to our house for his dinner my mam would plate up a Sunday lunch for him covered with foil and put gravy in a flask and I would take this up to him in mam's shopping bag with a flat bottom. I loved doing this and sharing some of the extra Yorkshire puddings that mam would put on.

I remember my gran teaching me to press flowers, we'd go on walks around the block to see what flowers we could find, then take them home and pre-paring them for pressing.
I remember my grandad was always working hard in the shed on something - never understood what - think it was just his way of keeping out of grans way.
I remember the Sunday roasts gran used to cook.

By the time I arrived in 1947, only one of my grandparents - Alice, my maternal grandma (born 1879) - was still living. Grandma Alice taught me to knit and sew (for which I have been forever grateful) and introduced me to the delights of the local ABC cafe (steaming tea urns, buttered toast), and Lyons Cafe, Barkers, Derry & Toms and Pontings in Kensington, where she would take me as a treat, in school holidays. She also bequeathed me her deafness - thanks Grandma!

No memories of my other grandparents but a quick glance in the mirror reminds that I inherited my paternal grandmother's eyes, mouth, and olive skin, and my maternal grandfather profile. As for my paternal grandfather, the least said, the better . . .

I remember all the lovely cakes and pies my grandmother used to bake every Sunday (baking day) and the lovely roast dinners my granddad would cook.

I only had one grandparent,grandma (my Mums mum). The others were all killed in the blitz. She lived in a cottage in Burton Pidsea and died when I was 12. At the bottom of a long garden was the toilet. It was a chemical toilet with 2 holes in. One side was for weeing in and the other for doing your number 2's. I got into trouble when I got that mixed up! Grandma kept chickens and it was a special treat to have a boiled egg and soldiers for breakfast.

I remember my grandparents singing 'Burlington Bertie' together at a family celebration, when my gran reached 80!

Lovely occasion.

I was very close to my grandparents , especially my nana who was very strait laced and proper but had the most wicked sense of humour. My sister and I used to visit and she taught us to cook and bake ( she always wore her pinny) and started our life long love of books. She was a wonderful story teller and a great mimic of voices and we would sit enthralled listening to her stories. In her later years she suffered from Alzheimer's disease and it was heartbreaking to see her that way although she would often surprise us in a lucid moment by remembering word for words stories she told us years before. I only have one photograph of us together that I cherish, I am the one standing next to her.

My maternal grandparents came to look after me when my Mum had a long stay in hospital after having my sister. My Granddad was a typical Victorian with a waistcoat, watch chain and moustache. I could never have imagined he would be kind and gentle, but he came upon me crying one day and took me on his knee and cuddled me back to happiness. My Nanny had been a beauty with gorgeous curled and coiled hair, but when I knew her she was quite round with white hair and rosy cheeks. She gave us grandchildren digestive biscuits with jam to keep us occupied while she watched "the news". Lovely memories.

My grandmother was a bit of a rebel! Against my Dads wishes, one day she brought in a ginger kitten who we called Ginger-pop Tiger Long (he had to have a middle name). I loved him so much but they had him put to sleep aged 9 and I never really knew why. However, it gave me a lifelong love affair with cats and ever since I was first married in 1965 I have had a cat or three! I did progress to owning truly beautiful Birmans, and I bred them for pleasure for many years. Now I have an old tortie point lady who is 17 and a red point boy of 8 who I absolutely love to bits..... I've always been a devotee of the ginger variety! Now my daughter breeds these lovely cats - again just once a year. I'm so glad my naughty Nan did what she did all those years ago.

I have no memory of my paternal Grandad, and always thought he was a rather aloof gentleman from the few photos we had of him. He appeared very stern and Edwardian. However I saw a recent cinefilm of him with me aged about 16 months old, and he was obviously delighted with his Granddaughter from his smiles and delight at cuddling and playing with me. It just goes to show that sometimes photos don't always tell the whole story. It was a heart melting moment for me especially as he was not in my life very long as he died shortly after the cinefilm was taken.

My Nanna was quite fearsome! When she came to stay she would 'hold court' from an upright wing back chair and tap her stick on the floor to get me to do things for her. Her little Pekingese dog sat on her lap and snuffled at me. However visiting her at her flat was more exciting as she lived in Swanage by the seafront so it was a great reason for a trip to the beach!

My grandfather had a small tobacconists shop. I was there one afternoon with my grandparents when he was closing the shop. My grandfather took out the key and locked up. I remember getting the giggles when my grandmother turned to him and said " don't forget to put the shop door in your pocket key"!

Sadly no real memories as they all died before I was born. All I have are the stories my mum shared with me of a grandad who spent ages reading the paper to my brother and liked a good drink with the priest!

I'm lucky enough to remember both sets of grandparents. Those on Dad's side had 6 kids including my Dad and so their house was always busy with people, and big family parties. No idea how my little Nan coped, but she was always catering for everyone, and she worked outside the home too. On my Mum's side they were completely the opposite, quiet homebodies. I loved going to their house too.grandpop smoked a pipe, and would let me sit on his knee while he drew cartoons for me. He was very thin and his bony knees weren't comfortable, but I didn't care. Sadly both grandfathers died when I was 8 or 9, but my Nan's house was always my escape, and I was lucky enough to have both Nans til they were 95.