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Both my grandmothers loved me unconditionally and it was their love that gave me confidence and the belief that I could be anything I choose. Difficult to find that again. I try to return that love love to my grandchildren .

My granny was an absolute tartar but I loved her so much she loved to go to play bingo and used swizzels as her card markers she kept them in a tin in her handbag and I used to nick them and eat them when she wasn't looking .The day after her bingo session she would tell me off as it was my fault she missed the big win because she didn't have enough swizzels to cover her card . Also she used to window shop at the bakers saying the strawberry tarts were not for the likes of us and she would make jam tarts instead

My grandparents lived a few doors away from us and everytime i went missing my mum knew exactly where to find me at nannys eating home made pasta

My grandparents were great, we would stay at there house some weekends, they had a big double bed that us 3 girls would share together & grandad would put 'the bed on' (electric blanket) to warm up the bed in the winter.. it was great.. happy days, grandad died aged 89 & nan was 93.. my other nan (dads) we called 'Naggy Nan'.. need i say more!

My grandad had had a tough upbringing as an orphan and had been in a children's home then a soldier in the First World War. Then a Policeman in the 30s and 40s. And then he ran a pub in the 50s. I remember him joking about eating your food quickly as once he turned his back in the children's home and someone pinched his sausages. He always had a sense of humour mixed with a slight sternness. He could sing the song "Never smoked, never drank, never had a wife!What do you want to live to 99 for?" And wrote in my autograph book - "If music be the food of love, play on!"
My nanny was a self taught pianist who played to all the regulars in the pub! She adored Chopin, Beethoven and the other composers and read poetry avidly despite never having had the opportunity to go to further education. She made us Angel Delight and put the bowls up on top of the grand piano awaiting our visits!

My sister and I used to stay with my grandparents every summer, and enjoyed staying in their caravan. They would visit us every Christmas. My grandad used to make up silly rhymes including "Twas Christmas morn at half past nine when (name) spilt her Rise and Shine!"

My grandparents were fantastic and meant the world to me. They lived miles and miles away but when we visited they always made us feel so welcome. They knew the first thing we wanted to do was to play with our hula hoops which we kept at their house. Both of them made sure that we felt at ease there and took us out for ice-creams etc. When, in later life, grandad got alzheimers I visited with my new son and when I left he turned to grandma and said 'that lady with the baby can come back again'. Heart wrenching. Sadly neither are with us any longer and I still talk about them and miss them immensly.

I remember my maternal grandparents who lived on the South coast. We stayed there a few times and had fun playing on the beach. I used to collect shells and once bought a couple of fish back to the house to try and teach them to live in fresh water. They both looked very sick the following day and I ran back down to the beach with them in a pie dish. Unfortunately the tide had gone out and trying to run across the rocks to find a suitable pool for them, without falling and breaking the dish, was very difficult. I think it was then that I fell and cut my hand badly so Nana had to take me to the hospital. She was very upset and worried that my mother would be cross about it. She was much kinder than my mother and brought up a friend's baby as her own. My mother never forgave me for fostering children.
I only remember my grandfather keeping rabbits (to eat) and canaries and I must have got my love of wildlife from him. I was told that in the hard times he was employed to walk in front of one of the first horseless carriages with a red flag to warn pedestrians. It seems so odd now!
My paternal grandfather died from a genetic defect when my father was eighteen and left him, the eldest, to run the family affairs, which he did very effectively - amazing. He inherited the same gene though and died early.
My paternal grandmother was a prize winning golfer and lived to a ripe old age though I didn't see a lot of her.

I can't remember my paternal grandparents. I can only remember my maternal grandmother. She looks frail but she was strong. She did lots of hard work. She used to climb the collin(mountain) to fetch grass and other green leaves branches , tied them together with rope like a long big sausage and carry them all the way home for the cows snd goats. She used to churn the cream from the milk to make ghee. I love to go to my gran to stay during the holidays. When she come to our place, she will have a straw bag with lots of goodies just like Mary Poppins. ..... Cakes, fruits etc.,. I missed her. Xxx

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My maternal grandmother was very severe, but when we were ill should would bring us tinned pears or even better tinned grapes. these were the only gestures of tenderness I ever remember from her.
I met my paternal grandmother when I was 15 as she lived in the UK and I lived in a colonial island. It was too expensive to travel to see one's grandmother. She loathed my father, and I was terrified of her... even when I was 25 and made contact with her when I moved to the UK.
I hope that my grandchildren don't have such mixed emotions about me

I remember the deep scar on my grandfather's face - which he never talked about. I found out later that the scar was from when he was shot whilst a soldier in the First World War. He survived Gallipoli, the Somme and Passchendaele, and lived to be 80. A grand old man indeed.

I always went to my grandparents home on a Friday afternoon. I loved playing with their poodle (whose name I no longer remember!). I hated the boiled eggs I was given for tea every Friday, they always made me sick but they were still given to me each time. I could only enjoy scrambled eggs when I had my first child. Another thing I loved about my grandparents home was their stock of pop always kept in the larder. So many flavours to choose from. Happy memories - mostly.

Sadly I have few memories of my grandparents as they all died either before I was born or when I was quite young, my main memory is of my mother taking me to HER mother's house once a week & I would watch It's A Knockout while she gave her a bath :-)

My 86 year old nana asking for " boob fillers" to put in her bra to make her beads sit right, the same wonderful lady put on lipstick an hour before passing away! Fabulous person despite insisting that melted black bullets with vinegar helped a cough. (wink)

My grandma used to look after us sometimes and she always let us do things our parents never would. My sisters and I would be allowed to loop elastic round the dining room chairs to play 'laggy', we chalked hopscotch on her garden path and ruined saucepans in our attempts to make toffee. She never got cross or complained about the mess we made. She just loved to see children playing. Happy memories!

I used to make scones and sausage rolls with my Nana...delicious and really good fun!

All my grandparents were incredibly delightful but they loved to spoil us with food -nana and grandpa Ffrench Sunday afternoon tea with crumpets and meringue ,granny Scott elevenses with oatmeal cookies and coconut ice , Edie roast dinner with overcooked vegetables followed by crumble and custard with a small glass of guiness. Yummy in my tummy - miss them all dearly .x

My Granny asked my teenage sister and 10 year old me to give her a hairdo to save going to the hairdresser's. My sister bought a blue rinse and convinced me to apply it during the shampoo process. Her reasoning was if Granny didn't like it I would be in less trouble than her. Granny didn't even notice until she went to church a few days later and one of her friends complimented her. She was horrified nonetheless, but she didn't say a word to my mum. She just wore a hat every time she went out until she went to the hairdressers again. I didn't become a hairdresser!

My memories qlmost all seem to revolve around food; picking blackberries with my grandfather, making egg custard with my grandmother, her collection of Cornish stripey crockery ( and her insistence on using Izal toilet paper)

I remember walking the lanes with my grandad and picking cowslips and bluebells by the railway line We used to walk for miles in those days down the side of the pub and over the railway line. It was not a problem in those days. My grandad always used to have a pocket of nuttalls mintoes. We used to go in the car an austin A35 to fetch my nan from the local hospital where she worked. They had a very big garden at least half was full of plum trees. I always used to sleep in my grandads bed, my nan and grandad had two single beds pushed together. The hot water bottle was an oil can wrapped in a cover as far as I can remember. No electric blankets or central heating in those days. That was all a long time ago now.

Going there on Saturday and spending time with while dad and mom at pub..always looked forward to being treated and playing in the garden.

so many happy memories. I lived opposite my grandmother and spent alot of time playing there and chatting as I got older whilst my parents were busy! I remember playing 'fish and chip' shops using clean outer paper the butchers used to wrap up meat in and wooden clothes peggs - which represented chips. I used Grans salt and pepper pots and vinegar bottle and we had great fun. I also played board games with her and she taught me card games such as patience. Life was so simple and uncomplicated then.

My gran was actually my mother's aunty a widow from the first word war who brought her up after her own mother died. She was meticulous in everything she did to the extent of boiling up the clothes pegs after use to make sure they were clean for the next lot of washing. There was a shopping list inside the pantry so that when something was used up it could be added. She made briquettes out of coal dust so there was no waste and she always had a tray ready with an embroidered cloth and best china in case the Minister, or the Laird's lady come to call.

On my grandmother's hostess trolley, we would always play shop.