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My fond memories of "sharing" my grans hard boiled sweet collection.

Grandad always had a corgi and her name was always Susie, Grandma was his 'Queen'

Grandad had a motorbike and side car and took us out to the countryside for picnics

I never met my paternal grandparents and I have quite sad, limited memories of my maternal grandparents, they seemed ill and worn out for the few years that I knew them. My granddad seemed to be quite withdrawn but my grandmother taught me to crochet while she was very ill in bed. I cherish the memories of being next to her in the deep feather bed, she wore a crochet bed jacket and was always gentle and patient. I must have only been about 6 or 7 years old.

Since my parents were not young when they met and married, and it was around ten years after that before I was born, I only ever knew one grandparent - my mother's mother.

Granny was a Victorian. I don't know exactly when she was born, but she seemed a very old lady to me when she died in 1959; in actual fact, she was probably born no earlier than 1880. Granny was tall and stately and astonishingly upright - she had been raised in the era of the backboard,
a device which was strapped to the backs of young ladies for an hour or two each day to ensure that they held their spines straight, whether walking, standing or sitting, and she undoubtedly wore tight corsets throughout her life. She was not a cuddly person.

I don't think her hair was ever cut. She wore it up during the daytime (the backboard training coming in useful, to help her support all that weight), but at bedtime she took it down, brushed it out and formed it into a single, very long, plait. She could easily have sat on her hair, even when plaited, and washing it must have been a fearful business.

She was born into a wealthy and double-barrelled family in Warwickshire, and I have absolutely no doubt that she would have "come out" as a debutante and been presented at Court, as all aristocratic young ladies were in those days. I sometimes wonder what she would make of my life now as compared to hers then. She would probably tut-tut sadly over how I have "come down in the world", as well as attempting to encourage me to better posture and less sloppy habits of speech!

I remember all 4 of my Grandparents, my mum is the eldest of 7 children and her parents lived in a large house with cellars, a lounge, a parlour and a kitchen and it had 6 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms and a separate (3rd) toilet. I am the eldest of 21 cousins and we used to have large gatherings in the house. My Grandpa was a long distance wagon driver - but also drove local taxis when he was at home. I remember it being strict but always lots of fun when we were there. I even used to go there with one of my cousins for lunch when we were at school as Granny always fed us well.
My paternal Grandma was ill and in a home, (the equivalent of a hospice nowadays), we used to visit her on Sundays and it smelt funny there. My paternal Grandpa Gardener for the local Council and had an apprentice who became very famous with the initials AT. He used to cycle everywhere -as did my Dad - and I had a seat on the back. I remember the house was always cold and felt damp and it was very small in comparison to my other GP's house, it only had 3 bedrooms and a lounge and tiny kitchen. My mum used to make extra food and we used to run round the corner with it for him.

It is now just over a year since I lost my much loved grandma . She was 99. I loved her so much. From tea parties in the Wendy House, baking, gardening, walking in the hills collecting blackberries...,,,,Almost every one of my happy memories involve my grandma . She was so proud to become a great, great grandma in 2006 when my own darling granddaughter was born and she loved to have the little ones around her. She taught me so much throughout my life and if I could be a tiny percentage of as good a grandma as she was it would be amazing . She was a lovely (often feisty) lady, who I will miss every day for the rest of my life . The circle of life goes on .

I remember my grandparents with much love. Grandpa had very bad arthritis but still allowed me to clamber onto his poor knees. Granny was great. Typical country, tweedy lady. A great healer of local pets. She taught me so much. A very warm lady who survived my Grandpa by many years. I miss them, and my own parents, every day.

My nan's laugh - utterly contagious, oh and her coughing and spluttering after trying horseradish.

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My maternal grandfather lived in an old chalet bungalow on a huge piece of land next to the sea, wonderful days spent picking fruit, exploring the dusty loft space, swimming and boating over the creek and playing with his lovely friendly Labrador, especially as we had no pets at home. He loved his pipe and could play wonderful lively tunes on his violin, he was a retired sailor and had wonderful stories of his travels around the world and arms full of tattooes before they became fashionable! A lovely man.

I recall visiting my grandmother when she was in residential care aged 94.I had recently been on a course from work away from home.She told me off for leaving the family and told off my wife too for allowing me to go.She never really needed to say anything-she had "the look" which controlled everyone.She was only 4 foot 10 inches tall and built like a little Buddha but my was she scary when she wanted.That's what you get when brought up with 10 sisters and brothers,4 of whom died before 5 from a smallpox epidemic in the latter part part of the 19th century.Wonderful woman and hard as nails.

When I was younger my grandparents came to live with us for a while, and I remember some really fun afternoons when my gran used to try and put makeup on me, I never sat still so it normally looked a disaster, but she always told me how beautiful I was. I am also named after her, and miss her terribly.

My Nanna was a gem
who loved a little tipple.
Every Saturday afternoon
she would sip a little.
All things done to a time
including tea and cake at 3
then baking through to 5
always sausages and mash for me.
But the best time was at 8
when bed and bath with bubbles
and tucked up with a book
followed by lots of kisses and cuddles.
Set my alarm clock to a timer
and I helped with pancake flipping
but it's her lovely smiling eyes I miss
as well as her sweet kissin!

Unfair. I never knew any of my grandparents.
However, I did know two of my husband's.
They lived in a bungalow with two rooms and a bathroom.
It was very squashed when we went to visit them for Sunday tea.
His grandmother was round and dumpy, with a lovely smile, and always wore a hat that looked like a teacosy.
She used to bake all sorts of cakes, scones and singing hinnies in the coal-fired oven next to the fire.

I have such found memories of my grandparents. One of my favourites is my nan used to give us lumps of cheese to eat as a snack and then we would mix up her breakfast museli from all the different ingredients. So simple but we loved the time spent together.

My grandad died when I was 5 I remember him in his wheelchair. My gran then wen tout to work and she was and still is to me a wise woman I still live by a lot of her sayings. I an still hear her when I am pondering in something, giving me her answer

My grandmother was a lovely lady who always had fresh baked cookies for us when we came to visit. I remember her taking me for walks and getting a bit frustrated because she walked so slow and sitting on the garden swing with her while she told me stories about her youth.

I used to stay with my grandparents at half terms, which I really enjoyed, despite there not being much to do, and my grandma's dislike of tv! My grandparents walked everywhere, and although I used to talk to my grandma all the time, because my grandad was quite severe, when we went out, I always had to keep up with my grandad who walked much faster than my grandma!

Sadly I have very little memory of grandparents. My Dad's Dad died when Dad was 18 months old, and his Mum passed away when he was 15, so I had no paternal grandparents. My Mum's Dad died 5 years before I was born and her Mum died when I was five. I can remember Grandma staying with us when she was poorly after her stroke and I can remember the day of her funeral when a neighbour looked after me when the family went to the funeral. I really missed having grandparents, and I am so thankful for the time I have to spend with my precious granddaughter.

Home grown vegetables, how I loved the baby beetroot; a meat safe (no fridge); salt, or was it sugar, in a block; the mangle outside, mind the buttons; the oven built into the fireplace; coal fires and frost on the inside of the single glazed windows; going sticking, (fetching wood from the spinney for the fire); the flock mattress on the bed, with the chamber pot underneath; lily-of-the-valley along the path and hydrangeas that scratched at my legs; but, most of all, the love, patience and time spent with me, an only child.

We stayed with my grandparents every summer and Christmas. Grandpa was rather stern but Grannie was the most loving person I have ever met so holidays at her house were idyllic.

I was fortunate enough to have the pleasure of three grandparents until my late 20s (dad's dad died before I was born).

My dad's mum lived in North Wales but she didn't speak with a Welsh accent. We used to visit during the holidays and sometimes I'd go up and stay with her. She used to drive around in her mini and would cook me jacket potatoes. She was a sweet little woman and I never saw her get angry.

My mum's parents lived about an hour away but then moved to be closer when I was around 13. My mum's mum seemed tall to me (my dad's mum was small) and was a glamourous lady. She always wore make-up, had her hair done and jewellery on. I remember riffling through her jewellery box and trying on her long, beaded necklaces! We both loved turquoise.

When I was very young, I remember staying in their big house and my grandma making up bedtime stories - I loved that she could do that! They took me out to places as well. I remember getting on the bus with my grandma and going for fish and chips in town with them.

I've very fond memories of them all.

I never knew any of my grandparents, so the only memories I have are what my parents told me.

I always remembered every week we went to visit, my nan would have some cakes from the bakery for us to have on our visit. She told me i had a heart of gold too and its always stuck with me x