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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!

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.

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

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

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 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 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

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

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 ;)

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!

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 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

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.

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 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)

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.

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!

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 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.

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 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.

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.

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.