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My favourite game was weighing dried beans and peas on my grandma's scales using the big heavy cast iron weights. I sometimes substituted the buttons from her huge button tin. She was always knitting and won prizes for her cardigans, blankets, coats and jumpers. Although she died almost 30 years ago I can stil remember every detail of her face, in part because it now stares back at me whenever I look into the mirror. It's a mixed blessing!

Unfortunately I never knew either of my grand mothers and only one of my grand fathers who really wasn't very close. I loved to hear my mother talking about my grand mother who had a very challenging life and would love to have known her.

My Grandfather coming home from the local mine with his face as black as soot. In total he did over 52 years down the mine.

My grandparents lived in London and we would go to visit them once a month. My nan would always make "Nana Cake" (a light fruit cake) and she would buy a Cadbury's Swiss Gateau which felt like the height of luxury to me. My granddad (known as Poppa) had a rose garden out the front and was a very keen gardener. I can remember him explaining in great detail how Passion Flowers got their name.

I do not remember my grandad but my Nana lived with us for a short time until she was allocated a flat. She had a budgie who could talk very well. It used to fly around her front room and one day it landed on my sister's shoulder and she went to flick it off and actually broke it's leg. My Nana had to put it in it's cage and take it to the vet. The vets were able to put a splint on its leg and in no time at all it was back to normal.

My gran was always laughing, and always wore a hat, often rather flamboyant and colourful. Her motto in life was 'only do things that make you happy' and used to take us on adventures, like taking the first bus that came along and staying on it to see where it went, buying ice creams when we got there and coming home a different route. She was such fun...........

I didn't know any of my grandparents. Wartime split up families and we had no contact with any of my parent's siblings except one aunt who emigrated to Australia in the 60's. Five years ago my mum, then in her 90's was contacted by a firm of heir hunters who said she had been identified as a possible heir to someone who had died intestate. Well I have seen the TV programme! We thought we had won the lottery. It turned out that my mum was entitled to £311! It was from her aunt Violet, her mum's youngest sister who must have been ancient when she died, but the best bit was that the heir hunting company gave us the research they had done into my family. With more time, now I am semi retired, I am finally compiling our family tree.

My grandparents lived in Bournville and had worked at Cadburys, so whenever they came to stay with us in Scotland they brought two suitcases with them - one full of clothes and one full of chocolate!

My maternal Grandad played a big part in my childhood. My mum and I spent every Sunday afternoon with him either playing cards or board games (in the winter) or off on 'jaunts' in the countryside (in the summer). I remember him riding my first 'proper' bicycle; he would have been in his 80s by then! He never drove, owned a fridge or had a telephone. He finally acquired a tv in his late 80s (only because my mum bought it for him) and I'm sure he only ever watched horse-racing on it! He never had a bank account and after he died my mum discovered hundreds of pounds in cash hidden between plates in the cupboard! He was a truly wonderful man and one of my greatest regrets is that he never got to know my 4 children as he sadly died (aged 93) when my eldest was a baby.

I remember my (recently deceased) Gran drawing hearts with a pencil on Grampy's boiled egg in the morning, she'd forgotten we were staying. she was also the most tolerant person I know, all for sexual equality & equal rights long before they became a "thing"

I had lovely grandparents, & I was lucky enough to have my paternal grandmother living with us from when I was 12 - I used to come home from school to find my favourite chocolate bar on my pillow "to help me with my homework". She was a huge support to us all when my Mum died way too early, and was supportive when I came back home to live when I left my first husband, even though it probably went against what she believed should happen in marriage. She was funny, smart and could walk up the street quicker than me even when in her 80's!

ah the good old days we used to visit grans every week as a family tuesday afternoon was the day of dread, all the adults sat around drinking tea and discussing the week past while us children sat and read a comic, dandy and beano being the pic of choice tho beezer was in there too, if it was a sunny day we would be allowed in the garden to play, not that there was much to play with but the fun we had playing in muck when the adults werent peering from behind the curtains

1) My Mothers Father would get upset with any family member who did not stand up when the national anthem was being played on the Radio ( Time before TV's )
2) My Mothers Mother, cleaning her front door step to spy on her neighbours.
3) Never meet my Fathers Mother or Father, unfortunately my Dad was a Bastard which was a big thing in those days.

I only knew my maternal grandmother as my other grandparents had passed away before I was born. We lived in the country and only occasionally travelled up to London to visit on a Greenline bus, between that and catching another bus we would pass a lady selling violets and I remember we always bought (in season) a bunch for me to give to Grandma.

I only ever knew my mothers father, my granddad and he died when I was 8. He only had one arm (result of a childhood accident) and I remember offering to help him with things around the house because I thought he couldn't manage, he used to let me "help", though I probably got in the way. I wish I had had the opportunity to meet all my grandparents and I hope that my own grandchildren have fond memories of us.

I only ever knew my maternal grandmother, who was always 'there' in my childhood days because we lived with her for a few years in a terraced cottage. She was a widow, my grandfather died after serving in Ypres and he was disowned by his father because he married a non-Jew. Gran was the one who was always there, not always sympathetic, but always just to hand to bathe scratched knees in Milton (ouch!), help when I was poorly - I remember the warm salt bags for my really aching ears, especially during measles, and the games of 'cards' we would play. Don't remember her ever doing any housework (probably where I get it from), but I do remember her at the horrible boiler in the kitchen which had to be lit for the regular Monday morning wash, and the lovely steamed puddings she could produce - oh! syrup sponge. We had a large range where she would sit with a friend over a cup of tea, putting the world to rights. She was definitely not the 'grannie in a shawl'. She swore like a trooper could put the fear of God into the coal man, if he caught the wall with his sacks, but would not cross the doorstep if the gypsy had put a curse on it. We would have to go first. Would love to talk to her now about her life, she was obviously very poor, and relied on her daughters in later years. I realise this many years too late, she belonged to a generation of women who were used to the drudgery of bringing up large families on small income, and little help from husbands, and was taken very much for granted.

All the Grandchildren, with parents, used to visit my Grandmother's every Sunday evening. We had a great time. My Great Aunt Maude would sometimes visit after she had attended church. Gran used to play "pairs" with us, using a pack of cards, didn't have special cards in those days! We would be playing on her large dining table and she would be sitting by the table, having a view out of the window and of the front gate. My memory of doing this always brings a smile when I think of the evenings when Aunt Maude visited - she didn't approve of playing cards especially Sundays - "Devils playthings" she used to say. Gran would see her coming through the gate and say "our Maude's here" and in a flash she would scoop up the cards in her pinafore before Aunt Maude arrived inside [no locked doors then]. Not a card in sight.

Popping open the flowers buds my Grandad's prize fuchsias.
The flowers then all fell off and he was not happy but he didn't say much.
My Mum said we had to buy him some new plants

I always remember my Italian granny with a smile - she was always dancing or singing - even to Dangermouse!

my gran wasn't very safety conscious. she not once, but twice, set the chip pan on fire. she also tried to boil a crab alive (she was a cockney) and it got her finger and understandably wouldn't let go til my dad poked it in the eye with a fork. she passed out and had a huge knuckle for the rest of her life.....

I never knew my maternal grandparents as they predeceased me, but my memories of my paternal grandparents are very vivid. My grandfather was a railway signalman for more than 50 years and I visited his signal box as a very small child, awestruck by the long line of levers he operated. We had long walks together, and he was so kind I could tell him anything. My grandmother's story is a tragic one. She was utterly grief stricken by the deaths of two sons in WW2 within weeks of one another. She suffered a nervous breakdown and how was she treated? She was shut away in a lunatic asylum for ten years. I grieve at the injustice of this; it breaks my heart that she did not receive the compassion she deserved for the sacrifice she made. I hope she has found peace in Heaven, reunited with her heroic sons. Rest in peace, granny. X

I remember being out the front of my grans cottage in Ireland feeding her hens. Afterwards she boiled me one of her eggs and I ate it looking out the kitchen window at the hens that had made it.

I remember going to stay with my grandma and grandad for holidays ,he used to let me help out in greenhouse and garden and gave me a couple of penknives which i still have to this day in my own shed.

I fondly remember going fishing with the grandfather up to the north of Scotland in the summertime.

I remember when I was small, I used to go to my Nana and Grandad after school while waiting for my dad to come home from school ( he a school teacher and my mum sadly died when I was younger) we used to play rummy and draughts. Happy days they were. They didn't have much but we were always very loved.