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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.

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

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 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)

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 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.

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

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

I'm lucky enough to remember both sets of grandparents. Those on Dad's side had 6 kids including my Dad and so their house was always busy with people, and big family parties. No idea how my little Nan coped, but she was always catering for everyone, and she worked outside the home too. On my Mum's side they were completely the opposite, quiet homebodies. I loved going to their house too.grandpop smoked a pipe, and would let me sit on his knee while he drew cartoons for me. He was very thin and his bony knees weren't comfortable, but I didn't care. Sadly both grandfathers died when I was 8 or 9, but my Nan's house was always my escape, and I was lucky enough to have both Nans til they were 95.

Sadly no real memories as they all died before I was born. All I have are the stories my mum shared with me of a grandad who spent ages reading the paper to my brother and liked a good drink with the priest!

My grandfather had a small tobacconists shop. I was there one afternoon with my grandparents when he was closing the shop. My grandfather took out the key and locked up. I remember getting the giggles when my grandmother turned to him and said " don't forget to put the shop door in your pocket key"!

My Nanna was quite fearsome! When she came to stay she would 'hold court' from an upright wing back chair and tap her stick on the floor to get me to do things for her. Her little Pekingese dog sat on her lap and snuffled at me. However visiting her at her flat was more exciting as she lived in Swanage by the seafront so it was a great reason for a trip to the beach!

I have no memory of my paternal Grandad, and always thought he was a rather aloof gentleman from the few photos we had of him. He appeared very stern and Edwardian. However I saw a recent cinefilm of him with me aged about 16 months old, and he was obviously delighted with his Granddaughter from his smiles and delight at cuddling and playing with me. It just goes to show that sometimes photos don't always tell the whole story. It was a heart melting moment for me especially as he was not in my life very long as he died shortly after the cinefilm was taken.

My grandmother was a bit of a rebel! Against my Dads wishes, one day she brought in a ginger kitten who we called Ginger-pop Tiger Long (he had to have a middle name). I loved him so much but they had him put to sleep aged 9 and I never really knew why. However, it gave me a lifelong love affair with cats and ever since I was first married in 1965 I have had a cat or three! I did progress to owning truly beautiful Birmans, and I bred them for pleasure for many years. Now I have an old tortie point lady who is 17 and a red point boy of 8 who I absolutely love to bits..... I've always been a devotee of the ginger variety! Now my daughter breeds these lovely cats - again just once a year. I'm so glad my naughty Nan did what she did all those years ago.

My maternal grandparents came to look after me when my Mum had a long stay in hospital after having my sister. My Granddad was a typical Victorian with a waistcoat, watch chain and moustache. I could never have imagined he would be kind and gentle, but he came upon me crying one day and took me on his knee and cuddled me back to happiness. My Nanny had been a beauty with gorgeous curled and coiled hair, but when I knew her she was quite round with white hair and rosy cheeks. She gave us grandchildren digestive biscuits with jam to keep us occupied while she watched "the news". Lovely memories.

I was very close to my grandparents , especially my nana who was very strait laced and proper but had the most wicked sense of humour. My sister and I used to visit and she taught us to cook and bake ( she always wore her pinny) and started our life long love of books. She was a wonderful story teller and a great mimic of voices and we would sit enthralled listening to her stories. In her later years she suffered from Alzheimer's disease and it was heartbreaking to see her that way although she would often surprise us in a lucid moment by remembering word for words stories she told us years before. I only have one photograph of us together that I cherish, I am the one standing next to her.

I remember my grandparents singing 'Burlington Bertie' together at a family celebration, when my gran reached 80!

Lovely occasion.

I only had one grandparent,grandma (my Mums mum). The others were all killed in the blitz. She lived in a cottage in Burton Pidsea and died when I was 12. At the bottom of a long garden was the toilet. It was a chemical toilet with 2 holes in. One side was for weeing in and the other for doing your number 2's. I got into trouble when I got that mixed up! Grandma kept chickens and it was a special treat to have a boiled egg and soldiers for breakfast.

I remember all the lovely cakes and pies my grandmother used to bake every Sunday (baking day) and the lovely roast dinners my granddad would cook.

By the time I arrived in 1947, only one of my grandparents - Alice, my maternal grandma (born 1879) - was still living. Grandma Alice taught me to knit and sew (for which I have been forever grateful) and introduced me to the delights of the local ABC cafe (steaming tea urns, buttered toast), and Lyons Cafe, Barkers, Derry & Toms and Pontings in Kensington, where she would take me as a treat, in school holidays. She also bequeathed me her deafness - thanks Grandma!

No memories of my other grandparents but a quick glance in the mirror reminds that I inherited my paternal grandmother's eyes, mouth, and olive skin, and my maternal grandfather profile. As for my paternal grandfather, the least said, the better . . .

I remember my gran teaching me to press flowers, we'd go on walks around the block to see what flowers we could find, then take them home and pre-paring them for pressing.
I remember my grandad was always working hard in the shed on something - never understood what - think it was just his way of keeping out of grans way.
I remember the Sunday roasts gran used to cook.

I did not see a great deal of my paternal grandparents as they did not live close and they both died while I was under the age of 10 years. My maternal grandmother died when I was 2 years old so I do not have the fond memories that my older siblings have of her. However, I adored my granddad who was alive till I was about 12 years old. When my friends weren't around to play out I used to ride by bike to see granddad and help him feed the chickens and do little jobs in the garden. On Sundays if he wasn't coming to our house for his dinner my mam would plate up a Sunday lunch for him covered with foil and put gravy in a flask and I would take this up to him in mam's shopping bag with a flat bottom. I loved doing this and sharing some of the extra Yorkshire puddings that mam would put on.

Loved going to my paternal grandparents. There was an electric blanket on the bed that granddad use to plug into the ceiling light socket, how or why I cannot remember.
The weekly wash was an outhouse with single tub washing machine and a manual mangle and we use to argue over who was to turn the handle as we all liked doing it. Took two of us when we were younger.
I also remember the bath tub in front of the fire in the kitchen before part of their kitchen had a false wall put up and a bath added. Still had an outside toilet until the day she moved out of the house in 1985, she refused the upheaval to have an inside one put in.
But best was the six mile walk to the supermarket on a Saturday with the pull along shopping trolley. On the way back we stopped at her sisters house and had tea. I remember her large poodle. Then granddad picked us up in the car and brought us home. The only day of the week the car came out of the garage.
Happy memories of two lovely people.

Both my grandfathers died many years before my parents even met. My grandmothers sadly died in the 18 months between my parents marriage and my birth, this was a source of great sadness for my mother especially. As a child I always felt a little envious of my friends who had grandparents.

Sitting at my nan's kitchen table in her wooden rocking chair and getting told not to rock while eating. lol