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Nana was my main carer while Mum was out at work earning the money to pay the rent and feed the three of us. (Only the three of us in the 'setup'). Firm, fair and very Victorian. No feet on the bar under the table! Church twice on Sundays wearing our hats of course. After Mum remarried when I was 11 she continued to live in the same block of flats in London and we saw a lot less of her as she didn't really like/approve? of my new stepfather. I was able to make more contact with her once I grew up and left home for, firstly College, and then marriage. Mum and stepdad didn't socialise with her but DH and I visited as often as we could even after moving many miles away.
It was me that the police came to when she suffered the stroke that killed her. They assumed I was her next-of-kin so I was able to visit her just once in the hospital (she was in a coma) before Mum took over and I didn't get another 'look-in'. Neither DH nor I remember attending her funeral. Don't think we were invited.
I regret that very much.

My Granny bought me and my brother up after my mother died when I was three. When she thought she had cancer her friends adopted us when I was about 7 but I spent many days back at Grannies. She made fresh bread in the middle of the night several times a week and her tomato soup was delicious. In the summer she would take us by bus to West Kirby and we'd walk across to Hilbre Island. I'm 74 and still have very fond memories of my dear Granny who died when I was 14.

My maternal grandmother was a Russian refugee who came to the UK as a teenager. She never went to school and though she lived to be over 90, she never learned to read or write. I didn't realise until I showed her something as a child that I wanted her to read and I couldn't understand why she said 'You read it to me darling'. She was very particular about her appearance until she was well into her eighties and always wore nail varnish that had to be the exact shade of pink that she liked. She would never have anything black as it was a sign of mourning. Once my mother bought her some makeup that was in a black container and we had to persuade her that it was navy blue before she'd use it!

Used to spend school holidays at my grandparents. My grandmother was a wonderful cook and every Friday she took us to the Cattle Market to see the animals followed by a warm scone in a little tea shop.

This is a bad question for me. I only knew one grandmother, the others had already died. Unfortunately she hated me! She was jealous because my mum had two boys then me, the youngest and the only daughter and she resented everything I did or had. She had to come to live with us when I was a teenager and she either ignored me, sighed a lot or said horrible things to me!

My grandparents home was my 'safe space' when I was a child. When things were really bad at home we sometimes spent a weekend at their flat. My grandad would do magic tricks for us and after our evening meal my nana would give us a hot bath (two at a time in the tub) and a drink of hot sugared milk laced with brandy (!!!)then we'd get into her feather bed with a hot water bottle each. It was my greatest treat as a child I think. (Apart from being allowed to read instead of having to play outside!)

My nanny always had a bag of sugared almonds and mints in her handbag. My granddad had his chair by the fireplace and none of us were allowed to sit on it!