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My Grandma had a white enamelled plate with a blue rim and she used to bake her (secret family recipe) apple pies on this. Every time we visited there would be an apple pie already baked and ready on this plate.

My grandparents were both deaf and dumb.(Although in fact they were only deaf but when you were born in the 19th century it meant you weren't taught to speak).
So every time I meet a deaf person or see the signing person in the corner of the Tv screen it makes me think of them very fondly.
Despite their deafness, (they met each other through their deaf society)they led a full and happy life with two children, both of whom had perfect hearing, and so this made their life easier. there wer eno hearing dogs in those days either, so life was harder.
Delighted to have written this today as it has brought back memories of a lovely gentle couple who I remember very fondly.

My grandfather would put me on his lap and let me steer his car up the driveway

My Grandmother always wore black and everyday we would go to the cemetery to visit her son, but I also remember she loved me and my mother very much. She went to the market every day and always had soup cooking on the stove, good memories

My Nan always had pans topped with steamers bubbling away on the stove top. There was always jam roly poly or a steamed pudding summer or winter. Fruit and golden syrup cakes were her speciality and she weighed everything on her Salter weighted scales.
Grandad had an allotment and it was my job to remove caterpillars from the cabbages. My treat was to be given podded peas or a stick of rhubarb and a bag of sugar to dip it in!
Grandad kept hens at the house and fed the hedgehog milk. He also grew crysanthimums at home for Nan. They had 9 children but were self sufficient and so lived well from being resourceful.
Happy days!!!

My grandad always wore a dark suit and waistcoat with a large watch and chain. I never remember seeing him in anything else.

My Granny lived in Ireland and each summer I was 'shipped over' for the six week holidays. It felt like a different world from the urban Manchester of the 60's - milking cows, collecting eggs and harvesting mushrooms for breakfast. We left the farm after breakfast and weren't expecting ted to return until lunch, and then dinner.
All the food was produced on the farm - bread, eggs, butter, milk, meat, potatoes and vegetables. The food somehow tasted exotic and different. The freedom is what I remember most along with sense if being safe.
You take these things for granted as a child but my memories of my tine spent with my gran are now priceless.
She taught me how to bake, make butter, how to milk a cow, harvest wheat and inumerable things that I would not have had the opportunity to experience.

Me and my brothers used to visit my Grandma regularly on a Saturday. One of my most memorable memories was when I had a particular fascination with wanting to break my leg (so I could have crutches!!), so she made me a pair out of two old brooms and wrapped bandages around my leg. Suffice to say, I never wanted to break my leg after that... But did enjoy pretending weekly for quite a while!

Memories of both grandmothers who were very different! Granny Clow, Edinburgh, retired teacher and very proper - dauphinois potatoes and mind your p's and q's. Granny Hepburn, Glasgow, very religious, memories of her singing 'The Old Rugged Cross', lived in the Gorbals and chips, chips, chips when we visited as we didn't get them at home. Both ladies were widowed with young children.

Christmas always stands out for me it was the one time of the year that my grandparents had a sleepover and we had a second Christmas dinner on Boxing Day.

My grandparents were great and I miss them so much. They had date night right through their marriage and I have just discovered my grandfather gave up his yacht for my gran!

My maternal grandma lived with us, but I vividly remember going by train to meet my paternal grandparents in the north of Scotland. He was over six foot and she under five, but they adored each other and made us so welcome. Granda used to go and cut fresh vegetables from his garden and Nanna used to cook them up for us. I also remember her introducing us to the delights of clootie dumpling - a taste I have never forgotten.

My maternal grandmother owned a grocers shop and I used to love sitting behind the counter (when allowed!). I also remember her baking in the kitchen, her pastry was amazing.

Unfortunately I only had one grandparent whilst growing up she lived with us and was a very special person

We lived with my maternal grandmother after the death of my father. She was a wonderful lady, taught herself to do so many tings. She helped me with my homework, told us wonderful stories and was a wonderful example to us all. I really miss her.

I loved going to my Granny's, always met by a lovely smell of cooking, sometimes parcel dinner, as I called it, which was stuffed breast of lamb. Probably followed by bread and butter pudding that would be cooking in the little oven at the side of the open fire. The house was cosy but no there was no bathroom and the toilet was outside, across the yard!

My two sets of grandparents lived the opposite sides of a lovely city park. On Christmas Day 1944, staying with my mother's parents, I had a big twin second hand doll's pram. After dinner I put my teddy and doll in it and my mother and I walked through the frosty park to tea with my father's parents. I was so proud of my doll's pram!

My paternal grandparents were autocratic, expecting us to sit and only speak when spoken to. Our parents knew the difficulties we children had and after a statutory period (which seemed like ten hours but was probably half an hour!) we were allowed to leave the house to play in a local park (crossing a major arterial road in the process, hmmm.).

We had to return to our grandparents house in time for afternoon tea and on leaving knew that we would each be given a shiny coin. As I grew older, I began to know the difference between two shillings and half a crown and can still sense the disappointment if I received former.

Mercenary child!

I lived with my Maternal Grandparents as a child and they brought me up. They were wonderful. Firm, kind and fair. The things I learned from them have stayed with me through my life. I have wonderful memories of them both and cried buckets when they died. My son loved his Great Gran too.
My Father's parents were altogether different and I saw very little of them thank goodness. They were both drinkers and heavy smokers and my abiding memory is of a very smelly house, however they did have a lovely dog.

My Grandad was always outside in his shed mending things. He had an old record player in his shed and I remember him listening to old war songs. When he was playing records I wasn't allowed to go out there with him.

My memories of my granddad are, sadly, of him always having a bad "phlegmy" cough as he had been gassed in the war. But my nana lived to a ripe old age. I remember staying at her house overnight and always having sliced oranges covered in sugar ! (horrified when I think of it now) and then cuddling up in her big old bed and her telling the story of Little Red Riding Hood and doing all the actions of the Big Bad Wolf! happy times

We lived a long way away from my nanny so going to stay with her meant a train journey and long walk from the train station which added to the excitement. A special treat for me was always a bottle of cream soda and at Christmas she bought me a Sooty annual. She told me stories of her own childhood including her watching the funeral procession of Queen Victoria. She had very long hair which fascinated me as she brushed it, made two plaits then secured it as "headphones" with long hairpins. I loved her very much

being on blackpool beach my sister my granny and i we had bubble gum and were blowing bubbles we begged granny to try some,she did not like to say no and ended up with her false teeth in a right mess she had to take them out on the beach to get all the gum off , a real laugh everyone was watching

I clearly remember my grandad wearing my grandmothers shoes
to break them in for her, they both had small feet and took the same size!

We lived 7 doors away from my nan and granddad so I was lucky enough to see them every day. I was always doing something with them whether it be baking with my nan or helping my granddad pick vegetables in the garden, so many happy memories