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I grew up in Australia. When I returned to the UK to live my biggest memory of my Grandfather was to go on walks with him along the river stopping every few meters to speak to someone he knew from around the estate and being very proud to introduce me as his granddaughter from Australia. It was almost as he took me out to show me off

We lived with my nana until I went to secondary school, her living in the front room and us in the back. We had our meals separately and then I used to go in and sit with her before bed. My fondest memories are of having my tea with her when mum and dad were out. She would buy me a tiny Hovis loaf and cut it into slices and I'd eat it with butter and home made jam in front of the open fire, listening to the Nuns Chorus on the radio, sometimes we'd play draughts or snakes and ladders, happy times with simple pleasures

My grandad always had bits of wood in his shed and each time i would go there i would spend hours out in his shed pottering around and making an aeroplane. It took around a year but finally made one and painted it. Will always treasure this simple memory of my grandad.

l never met any of my grandparents but Oma Charlotte who lived in Germany used to send the most spectacular Christmas parcels. There were all kinds of treats layered with beautiful tissue and aromatic ferns. My mother said my grandmother used to have a job sweeping leaves to help pay to send it.

My paternal Grandmother "Gran" was an incredible woman, she gave me my love of murder mysteries & crime novels, at a time when most older ladies were reading Catherine Cookson my Gran was reading No Mean City (a gritty Glaswegian tale)

I was born when my mum was 42 and my father 50, so can only remember my mum's mum as the other three grandparents had died. As my father died when I was five we had to go to live with my nanna as the house went with my father's job, in another city, so don't think she was really happy with the situation, but she did a grand job looking after me whilst my mum worked (I was an only child), considering she was mid-70's. I remember being brought up in a very strict household, Victorian attitudes much in evidence, and not very loving and cuddly nanna, but certainly took on her role of looking after me very seriously. Such a disciplinarian, but stood me in good stead when I got older. She did buy me a new bike when I past my 11+, and this was my pride and joy, and a new tennis racket which I still have - money was quite scarce, not much spare. When she died she left me a letter telling me to be good for my mum - strict to the end, but I have such a lot to be grateful to her for, still have strong memories 55 years on. Bless her for all her goodness.

My gran made fabulous apple pies and always looked absolutely delighted to see us! Bless her! A lovely gran!

I remember Christmas with my beloved Grandparents, known as Banny and Banfer, they were 'in service' as housekeeper and gardener, but we three children were always allowed to stay in the attic at Christmas and take part in the festivities. I remember the cosy kitchen with its big black Kitchener and an enormous table covered in a white cloth groaning with food. There was always a splendid tree and decorations with a fairy at the top dressed by my Banny that I eventually was given and have still, 69 years later. happy memories.

Unfortunately only one of my grandparents was alive when I was little. It was my Mum's mother and I dont know much about her other than she liked a tot of gin. I think she had a hard life being left a widow with seven children as did my mother as my father died when he was only 47.

I remember them being very happy and loving. I remember not being allowed to go near the well where the water came from. I remember the terrifying thought of going up the garden to a hut with a wooden plank inside with two holes in it. That was the toilet! I remember going into the fields with my grandfather on Sunday mornings, early, to watch him shoot pigeons or rabbits for Sunday dinner. I remember it being a very happy and peaceful childhood at my grandparent's, growing up with the farm animals, helping with hay-making and playing for hours in the fields. Today's children have missed out on so much. I consider myself to have been very lucky.

My gran lived in the same village as us. I saw her most days. The things I remember as a young child was selling poppies around the village in November every year, her mangle she used in the back shed, the "Yertiz" sign on the bathroom door, and the best gravy every Sunday. She had a budgie that she taught to recite his name and address in case he ever got lost. She was always there through my childhood and died when I was 28 and I still miss her.

Granny always had a pot of home made broth on the hob. Unfortunately as she got older she lost her sense of taste so the soup was salted 3, 4, 5 times so although it still tasted good a glass of water was always required afterwards to quench one's thirst.

My best memory is her sitting with me when I was not well and reading to me, she is now 97 and I live with her and care for her 24/7. I now read to her as her eyesight is not so good.

Some lovely recollections in this thread.
My own grandparents died before I was born, or in the case of my fathers mum when I was just a baby

My maternal grandparents were Norwegian, and we were lucky enough to spend many wonderful summer holidays with them... staying in their large wooden house, which had colourful woolen runners everywhere and seemed to smell permanently of pine wood and percolating coffee. Our parents weren't happily married and we grew up in a troubled household.. so these escapes to loving grandparents, in a beautiful mountainous country, were bliss to us kids. We are still grateful today, to dear Bestemor and Bestefar who gave us the happiness we missed out on at home and some lovely memories. Tusen takk!

Not a good topic for me as I never knew any of my Granparents, however my Grandfather was a doctor at the turn of the century and I have a 1904 trace of his heart beat recorded with a Victorian device called a dudgeon sphygmograph. I have the device as well.

I only knew one of my grandparents, the others all being deceased before I was born.
We had great times, every Sunday walking over the park to have lunch at her house.
She had an adjustable fruit bowl, which I was, and remain fascinated with !
Would love to have a time machine to relive those happy weekends (and to meet the three grandparents I never got a chance to know)

We only saw our Grandmother occasionally as she lived miles away. Whenever we went to her house it was for a holiday. She had a little Swiss Cottage musical box on the mantle shelf and my brother and I would always rush upstairs when we arrived to wind it up and lift the roof to hear it play. If I hear that music today ,many years later, it takes me right back to my Grandma . I also remember her home baked cake tin never being empty !

I have so many amazing memories of my Grandparents.
Probably my strongest is of family evenings spent playing board games and cards, and with supper made by my grandma. There would always be home baked cakes, milky coffee (with Tia Maria in it as I got older!), sandwiches, chocolate biscuits - the lot!

I'm luck enough that we still live in their old house, so those memories will always be there for me.

My nana used to make her own bread, I remember coming home from school to the smell of freshly baked muffins, I used to be amazed at how she made it, it wasn't in the oven, she would place the dough in a large pot, cover it with a clean tea towel and place it directly in front of the fire in the living room, I remember she used to go mental if you opened any of the doors in the room as she needed to keep the heat in to make the bread rise

My Grandparents were very strict and I was only allowed to speak when I was spoken to. It was a treat to go into the best room and I usually just sat in the kitchen. It sounds really harsh but I always knew that they loved me.

My grandparents lived quite close to us. As a teenager and a big Osmonds fan I used to pop round to their house to watch the Osmonds on tv because they had transmission from London and we were on Southern which did not screen the show. They sat and watched the show with me each week and never complained. It would be dark by the time the show finished and Gran wouldn't let me walk home alone so poor old grandad had to accompany me. He was only a liitle over 5 feet tall and could be blown over by a puff of wind so I'm not sure who was protecting whom! Bless 'im!

When I was young my mum was a dinner lady so if I was poorly and off school my grandma and grandad would look after me when my mum was at work. I remember vividly that they had a cosy feather mattress that was so warm and cosy; though I didn't much like my grandad's chamber pot that was kept under the bed ;)

i remember various times having butter rubbed on my head when id bumped it off my nanna , and vinegar put on an insect sting ....and always drinking warm vimto at their house

My grandparents were from East London and we would go to traditional East London Pie mash shop every time we visited them ,That was a super time eating Pie and Mash I wanted to stay in the area