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The related children from London. It was a 3 bedroom house and I don't know how we all fitted in, but she never complained. She made us all feel loved and safe, even when we had to cram into the Anderson shelter during an air raid. Grandad was a master baker so we always had nice things to eat. The nicest thing I remember was all being gathered around the dining table helping to make proggy mats from sacks and the cut up bits of old coats.I just

My nanna used to look after all the grandchildren every day when all the mums were working in the local armament factory during the day during the war. Then after children were evacuated she took charge of

I remember my Nan, Kitty, always saying "Shut that door", At the time I thought she was a real old grump - now I see her point.

My grandma was really my great grandma as she had brought my mum up. My mum had polio and was lame so her mum couldn't manage with her and her siblings so she went to her granda's to live. They did live in the next street to each other and I did get to see them both until my great gran dies age 96.

When we visited my paternal grandmother, she always used to make us Queen cakes and home made lemonade. My grandfather would make us Horlicks in the evening before bed.

My Grandmother was the person who taught me to knit and love all things creative - she would sit for hours patiently with me showing me various stitches and how to cast on and off, then putting things right when I (often) dropped stitches, she also taught me to cook from basic ingredients - although no longer with us, she was an amazing person and I have a lot to be grateful to her for x

My paternal grandmother died before I was born, but I did have a Step-grandmother, whom everyone in the family disliked, my maternal grandmother was also 'difficult' but have very happy memories of both of my grandfathers, who made up for their partners in all of the ways which counted - as when I did see them I always felt loved and valued.

My youngest memory was of Dad doing something wrong and Gran chasing him out of the kitchen with the boiler stick, us youngsters found it very funny but Grandma was not happy. She certainly was feisty!

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

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!

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

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

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

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.

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 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!

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!

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!

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.

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

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.

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 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!

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.

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.