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My grandad was a very quiet man who always wore a flat cap.My grandma never learned to read or write think she spent her childhood looking after her brothers and sisters,She was an amazingcook and made all the family Christmas cakes well into her eighties

My Grandad died when we were quite young and I only remember him sitting down or lying in bed. Once when we had a new litter of Siamese kittens, we took them for Grandad to see, but he just dismissed them as rats.

My parents bought a house with my mum's parents when I was two years old, so although they had their own sitting room and kitchen, as an only child until the age of 10, they were an important part of my life.

Nanny was everything a child could long for in a grandmother. I knew that she loved me dearly and she played alongside me in a way that many adults would find it hard to do. Never did she appear bored or distracted or end the activity until it came to its natural end.

During the summer, we spent hours making picnics in the garden for the little pottery gnomes she had bought me for my own little garden - which she had helped me design, create and maintain. We constructed gnome furniture out of acorns, pine cones, twigs and other natural things and used leaves for plates with fresh berries to eat and water from the water butt in acorn cups. This was accompanied by what seemed like hours of role play, each little gnome having his/her own name and personality.

When the colder weather arrived, our favourite activity was playing shops. The shop was my dolls' ironing board and nanny helped me make little packets of food out of old cartons, carefully copying the designs on real products from her pantry. Fresh produce was then modeled out of Plasticine. But my joy of joys were the little brown paper packets she helped me to fold and construct which we then filled with real food - rice, flour, sago, currants, tea etc - and she found a little plastic scoop which I could use to weigh and fill twisted paper cones which we also constructed. We used real coins in my toy cash register and all my dolls and toys would line up ready to make their purchases.

Nanny died when I was eight years old and I was devastated. The house seemed sad and cold without her and no-one else could enter my childhood world in the way that she did. I missed her dreadfully and still wear the 1920s arm band that she always wore. it is some comfort to me that I seem to have inherited some of her attributes and resemble her physical and only hope that in some small way I can be as special to my little granddaughters as she was to me.

There are so many memories - getting tar on my fingers and grandma getting it off with butter! Grandpa reading to me endlessly setting me off on the bookworm road I have followed. They were quite elderly when I was born but they always showed such love, kindness and patience to me. I hope my grandchildren have as good memories of me.

My paternal grandfather was injured in the throat in WW1, he was in the trenches but didn't talk about it. He had a very gruff voice which I later realised was a result of the injury. I wish I could ask him questions about his experiences now, but at the time it never occurred to me.

I was quite young when sadly I lost all my grandparents however my lasting memory of my mum's mum was the food we had at her house when we visited. She was an excellent yet simple cook and there are still recipes she used in the family even now. I also remember she always had Roses lime marmalade at breakfast and another was York jelly fruit sweets that I always get in at Christmas to remind me. Little things but they remind me of happy times we spent at her house as children.

I used to go to my grandparents house after school and on school holidays and they used to keep my favourite games and toys in a cupboard by the door which was mine. My grandad used to watch cricket and although I didn't like the game at the time I now love test cricket. They used to give us £5 for Christmas which was a lot of money back then!

My grandad always played dominos with me when we visited and my grandma would bake queen cakes.

Sadly my mother lost her mum at a very early age and I don't have many memories of her father other than he seemed very gruff. My dad's parents always seemed very busy but I do remember standing on a chair 'helping' my granny to make scones that she sold in their câfé. I was allowed to make one just for me that had extra raisins on the top ?
I love doing the same with my dgs now!

My grandfather was a signalman and I can remember hours spent in the signal box taking train numbers and types while my gran had set days for doing her housework i.e. Monday baking Tuesday washing using the copper boiler and washboard

My grandfather was the male role model in my life. My father died when I was only 7, and after that I spent most of the holidays staying with Granny & Grandad. My baby sister didn't remember our daddy at all, and Mum could cope with her at home.
Grandad took me for long walks, and made me learn about all sorts of things. He was Scottish, though they lived in Surrey and I'd spend holidays with them when they went back to visit his sister in Scotland. One thing I wil never forget was his insistence that I could catch or kick a ball with both left & right hands or feet. "You have two hands", he would say,"use them both".

My Dad was one of 10 children and my grandmother was very much the family matriarch. She was absolutely tiny but everyone was terrified of her. She died when I was young and I only met her on a few occasions but I do think of her sometimes, she must have had an extraordinarily hard life.

My Gran always gave me a little something when I visited, sometimes an apple and sometimes a tuppenny piece. I remember loads of good times with Gran and Granda but the little gifts were always a thrill.

My (maternal) grandparents lived with us since before my birth, and looking back I can appreciate what a strong woman my grandmother was. Born in 1900 and orphaned at two years old, she was 'nanny-reared' and worked all her life (lying about her age to prevent retiring)...

I remember her strength, work ethic and the time she gave to me (I can say I was 'nanny-reared' to a massive degree). She made the best fish and chips - every Saturday, and double fried the chips before double/triple frying became the 'in thing'and made Welsh Cakes to die for..I used to eat them hot, then suffer for it.

I only knew one Grandparent, it was my Nan, she was very elderly and lived with us, I used to creep in to her bedroom and go to her book that she was reading and move the bookmark back a few chapters, I would then wait to hear her complain that she had another book that was mis-printed as it kept repeating chapters! she blamed the library and she never discovered it was me!

So many amazing memories of my grandparents but my grandad was a mountain climber in his day so we used to go on the most amazing hill climbs, adventures and walks with them and at the end we would always have a picnic which would be sandwiches made from Grandmas homemade bread that always smelt amazing and tablet for afters!

I only ever knew my mum's parents as my dad's parents were dead by the time I was old enough to remember anything.
My grandparents had divorced while my mother was still a girl, and my grandfather had remarried. I didn't like my grandmother (who didn't like children), or my step-grandmother (who didn't like anyone) but I adored my grandfather who we children called Gunca. The adults called him Burn.
He smelled of pipe smoke and tweeds, was very masculine and very gentle with a hearty laugh. He ran a teashop and my favourite thing was to go and visit him at work. He would take us to the bakery out back and give us each a Cornish pasty straight out of the oven. To this day a fresh, hot Cornish pasty straight out of the oven will make me think of Gunca.

I was 7 when my paternal Grandmother died. She was lovely,I remember cooking with her and being told the first thing to do was wash my hands.
My maternal Grandparents owned a corner shop so i was spoilt with comics each week and they had a little overall made for me so I could help (or hinder) in the shop.

Three of my grandparents had died before I was born and my parents moved in with my maternal grandmother when they married as they both worked nearby. Nan was my carer until I started school. She taught me to make cakes, pastry etc and I would help with the washing, turning the handle of the mangle. (It was the 1950's.) She was in tune with the spirit world as she said she had a woman in white by her side most of the time and this spooked us a lot. She was however completely sane, quite religious and only drank a sherry at Christmas.

My grandparents used to have an open fire. I stayed with them a lot when I was small. My grandmother would sit me at a comfortable distance away from the fire and put my clothes near the fire to warm before I got dressed each morning. It was a lovely feeling being so warm very quickly after putting hot clothes on!

I only knew one grandfather and he was a commercial salesman in habadashery. I always looked forward to his visits because we often received the old samples which included buttons ribbons and even dresses sometimes

My widowed maternal grandmother lived with us until I was 3. I can vaguely remember taking her a 'cup of tea' each morning in my tiny red plastic tea set. One morning my Mum said Nana didn't want tea any more; she had died during the night.
I saw a lot of my paternal grandparents. Grandma was, in retrospect, quite a simple woman who was probably on the verge of dementia. She always had a dish of 'bonbons' which she thrust under my nose on arrival, having told me to stop sucking my thumb and get my hair cut!
Grandad was lovely and used to play shops with me in his garden using a small hedge as the counter. When I was packed off to boarding school he wrote to me each term enclosing a 10/- note 'for tuck'. He worked as a stockbroker until he was in his mid 70's until one day he jumped off the bus on his way home, as usual, as it was still moving, and bumped his head - working days over! When he was widowed, he lived with my parents until he died aged 90. He adored my first daughter, the only great grandchild he ever met. I still miss him to this day even though he has been gone for 39 years.

All my grandparents had died before I was 5 so can't really remember them at all. I thought this was a shame and hoped my parents would be good grandparents to my children but this did not happen until great grand children came along. Luckily my husband's parents made up for it.

No memories just a big hole

My grandmother brought me up after my mother died (when I was a baby) from a brain tumour. Unfortunately now our neighbours 20 year old son is fighting the same battle my mother fought and lost. I'm seeing the pain his poor mother is going through and it's breaking my heart as it is making me so aware of what my poor grandma went through. Even though her heart must have been broken in two my Grandma gave me so much love and a fantastic childhood. I owe her everything.

My Irish Granny would take us all out to pick blackberries with Grandad Joe on Sundays and me and my sisters would all come home exhausted. But Granny would carry on preparing a giant tray of the most delicious blackberry and apple pie with custard for dinner - all 8 of us! We watched her every move knowing what was to be served later at the big old wooden table (which now sits in my kitchen too). Lovely memories. xx