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Rite on grandaddy! We always used to say this to our Grandad - dad's dad who died 10 years ago aged 89.
He was a huge character who was our Father Christmas every day of the year. With a full head of hair to the day he died he gave us many years of memories.
My best one was when he used to ride us out to the caravan he bought in Prestatyn sit on his deck chair with his lovable collie dog Lassie under his chair whilst me and my siblings made sandcastles and had ice lollies in the Summer sun xx

Alas, no memories of grandparents for me either,I was still a baby when they died, but I'm so pleased that I have photos of them. I so wish I had a 'proper' memory of them .

My Nanna lived in a coal mining village in the north east, I remember being first down for breakfast at 7am to find she had done the washing and it was out on the line, already getting smutty from the nearby pit. After going to the outside toilet (what a shock for a pampered southerner) I came in to help make breakfast and to warm up! She cooked on a fire range and I was allowed to sit on one of the little seats at the side and hold the bread to be toasted while she made the porridge. It was a special time - I loved having her to myself. She was loving and funny and I had a special rapport with her, it's been 40 years since she died but I can remember the times with her as if it was yesterday

Gran Kean lived with us as she was blind, I shared a bed room with her until she passed away. My main memory was of going to her blind meetings with her and every xmas she received a lovely food hamper which included a fantastic Chocolate Fridge Cake. I have never been able to find a recipe to replicate this.

I only knew one grandparent who died when I was six so memories are vague but I do recall him giving me sweets from his confectionery shop when I visited.

I remember going to my Great-Grandparents with my Grandma.(They were both in their mid nineties) Both bed ridden and the room smelt of tobacco,(Great-Grandad smoked a pipe)they had a chiming clock with a very loud tick and their bedroom was very dark. Great Grandma had very long grey hair that was always up in a bun.
Great-Grandad had purple liver spots on his lips and would always give me a kiss before I went.

My nan used to look after me on Saturdays whilst my mum worked at my grandads shop. All I wanted to do was play records on her player, either st Winifred's school choir, Johnny cash or Christmas carols. It didn't matter if it was July or December I loved to put the Christmas records on, it must have driven her mad! When she sadly passed away a couple of years ago I was asked if I wanted anything from the house, and I chose those records from her collection. We have lovely family memories when we play them now.

My grandfather was Polish and I only saw him on one visit to Poland in 1966. My only memory is that he had an enormous growth/wart on his cheek and also Parkinson's, so when told to kiss him all I remember is trying to avoid the wobbly wart.

Up to the age of 10 we lived very close to my mothers parents (she was an only child). I was very close to my grandmother. She taught me to knit, read to me and gave me lots of her time. In 1964 we emigrated to Canada just before Christmas. My final memory of Nana is of her standing on the path waving as we left the house in Cardiff for London airport. I was excited at the time so the significance was lost. I now know as a grandmother myself How hard it must have been for her watching us leave.
My grandfather visited us in Canada after her death in 1972 and passed away while he was with us. They were both very special to me!

I had very dry skin as a child and on one occasion when I stayed with Granny she decided to put lots of lovely oil on my skin before bed. I went happily up the stairs but leaned on the wall all the way. Poor Grandpa had just finished wallpapering the hall, stairs and landing the previous week!

Sounds daft I know, but although my Grandfather died when I was only three, I have felt his loss deeply through my whole life.

During the three years I knew him I have been told that he had care of me a lot as my Mother was caring for my sick Grandmother most of the time.

My sister told me that he used to put me in his wheelbarrow and push me along the railway line to his allotment.

He was from Cork and I think that is why I virtually melt if I meet an Irishman with a voice like his !

I remember my grampa sitting next to the fire smoking his pipe, it looked so amazing at the time.

My only grandparent was bedridden and blind. However, whenever I walked into the room he addressed me by name before I even had a chance to speak. As a child, I didn't realise that due to his blindness, his sense of hearing was much more acute. All I know was that it made me feel very special to him!

When I begged and pleaded to stay the night and then crept out to sit on the stairs and watch Granny and Grandad play cards and accuse each other of cheating at Spite & Malice - a favourite family game.

My nan was amazing. She was so funny and kind. We used to sing to old time music like Knees Up Mother Brown and Daisy Daisy. I had so much fun with her. She's been gone now for over 35 years now, and I still miss her terribly. I'd give anything for one more day.

When I was in college my grandparents came to visit and took me food shopping. My Grandmother insisted that we just buy what I needed for two weeks as they'd be back then. My Grandfather had other ideas and kept putting things in the trolley, we bought so much that I still had some of it months later.

(welsh) nan baked bakestones/welsh cakes, took us up mountain to pick wild strawberries, winberries, blackberries, elderberries/elder flowers from which maded delicious tarts and wines. knitting us new jumpers or sewing skirt/dress for me and dolls. always having time to sit and read or tell stories. taking us to the park and pushing all of her grandchildren on the swings until we got tired. her arms must have ached. sitting by her fire and making toast/crumpets smothered in local farm butter. helping her do washing by holding tongs for twintub and making sure outlet pipe stayed in sink. our grandcher buying us a comic and a packet of oxo Chipmunk crisps and watching old cowboy films.

Staying overnight and sleeping in a very high double bed with a lumpy mattress...the bed was warmed with a stone hot water bottle and if I hung over the side I could see the blue and white flowered goesunder that I was never brave enough to use!

Bread and Dripping! Not Bread and Lard! :-)

I had two Grandmas who I loved very much but for different reasons (both dead now).

My Maternal Grandma lived in Beverley, Yorkshire. She was very ‘proper’ and was always baking. Her house smelt of baked pastries, hot bread and furniture wax polish. She had had 14 children and she brought them all up and steeled herself when three of the boys, and one of the girls, went to fight in WWII. The boys were soldiers (one caught in the sea at Dunkirk lived with German shrapnel in his neck until he died a few years ago, another was helping with the Berlin Airlift, he died a few years after his brother), the daughter was a Red Cross nurse. My Grandma used to let me feed the pig and chickens and collect the eggs. Also my job was to pick the pink gooseberries in her back garden. I have never tasted curd tart like Grandma used to make.

My Paternal Grandma lived ‘Up North’ in Middlesborough. She had four children. She was a laugh a minute. Loved to have a pint of Guinness at the week-end with her game of Bingo. She used to mess around and did things such as riding a broom like a horse or marching around the room with a broom on her shoulder, like a rifle, with a colander on her head for a hat, to make us laugh. I still have a photograph of her doing that. I am her image. I remember taking empty pop bottles to the corner shop for pocket money and spending the money on 2 ounce of sweets or kali and a lollipop. She was not well off because my Grandfather died early so she lived on his pension. Always happy and welcoming when we visited and would give you the crust from her mouth. Her special treat was ‘bread and lard’ which we loved.

So, two Grandmas, both much loved, but both oh so different.

I can remember all my aunts,uncles and cousins always going to my grandparents every Sunday for tea.My grandma would sit me up on the wooden worktop and I can clearly remember her blue cross over "pinny",she would them get me to wash my hands and it was always Pears soap.The grandchildren were all fed first and then I can remember holding grandad's hand as he took us down the farm road to feed the chickens.It's amazing how clear I can "see" this as it was over fifty years ago.Such happy times x

My Nan and Grandad had a fantastic 1930's house which backed onto a park. It had an Anderson air raid shelter in the garden and they told me great but scary stories about World War 2 and the bombs falling. My Mum would get cross because Nan would always put all the cakes and sweet stuff on the table as the same time as we were eating our tea so the kids would always want that instead! My Grandad really loved Christmas and would have quite a bit of whisky while decorating the tree so by the end he was sloshed and the tree was overloaded! He died much too young sadly as he was such a warm and lovely man.

My Gran always wore her hat and gloves when she went out anywhere - even if just to the shops (she was born in 1891). We used to watch in fascination as she speared two large silver beaded hat pins through her hat and bun without using a mirror. How she didn't catch her scalp I don't know, she was so quick doing it!

My gran lived in Combe in a small cottage with an outside toilet in a shed at the bottom of the garden. The toilet comprised of a wooden bench boxed in with a bucket to catch everything. Toilet roll was Izal tracing paper.

She had a fabulous garden and could grow amazing hydrangeas.

She used to buy me tangerines, Revels and as a real treat she would get me an ice cream from Clacks shop next door.

I loved it when it was Combe feast. We used to go to the service and sing hymns with the Salvation Army on the Sunday afternoon before the fair, and then she showed me off to her friends and neighbours in the village. She bought me candyfloss and took me on the roundabouts.

She used to stay with us at Christmas. Sleeping in the same room as me. I used to lie there breathing in her scent of lavender and mints happy that she was there.

I do still to this day miss her.

Grangran was a tall upright man with a swoosh of thick silver hair that he used to let us style for him,he used to pretend to fall asleep behind the newspaper so that we would bang it to wake him up!He was an avid photographer and travelled to lots of places many people of his age would not have dreamed of visiting and brought us back foreign treasures and a love of green tea ,I always remember him singing Count your many blessings to us and still miss him so many years later!