I was and remain absolutely devoted to my Gran. She died many years ago but I think of her often and am aware of her being a role model for me in my relationship with my DGSs. My other Gran was a real character. I think I appreciate her more now than I did when I was younger! Both terrific ladies in their different ways.

Both my grandmothers died before I was 9 so I really don't have many memories of either of them sadly. I hope I've made and am still making good memories for my own 3 granddaughters.

My grandma died in September 2015 aged 99. She was one of the most important people in my life and certainly one of the most loved. I looked after her for many years and whilst she could be very challenging I would give anything for her to be still around. When I was a child I spent every moment I could at grandma and grandad's house and would have quite happily lived there permanently if I could. Despite her advanced years I could talk to my grandma about anything at all. She never judged. Just listened and gave her opinion. Often whether I asked for it or not

As a grandma of 3 myself, I think I have a massive pair of comfy slippers to fill.

Both my grand mothers died when I was in my late 20s and early 30s. They were 76 and 86 respectively.

They were both very important to me, especially after my parents divorce, when I was 10. My paternal grandmother came to live with us. She was a real Victorian and was very hot on appropriate behaviour. But I remember her very fondly. The other one lived several hundred miles away, but I spent most of my school holidays with her, by the seaside. All wonderful memories in an otherwise turbulent childhood.

I love the fact that I have GDs and can do many fun things with them.

My grandma hated me from the day I was born and treated me differently to her other grandchildren. She left me home alone when she took them out, gave my toys away to my cousins and other similarly cruel things. She did apologize when I was in my twenties but the damage had been done by then.

My other gran was rockers though

My beloved gran was the only brightness in my childhood.

My granny taught me how to lay a fire. I have been eternally grateful. And how to do washing in the sink. (she took in washing)

I used to lie in bed sometimes and try to decide who I loved the best - my mother or my gran. (No dad on the scene so granny was the other parent really)

Both my grandmothers died befoe I was born but I had two great-aunts who were in loco granentis (if there is such a word!) and I loved them. One, a former school teacher, taught me to read and to knit and the other, who was blind, used to knit bonnets for me as a little girl. Unable to see and without a pattern - amazing!. They were sisters who lived together and had never had children of their own.

Yesterday I was giving DD, DGD (14) and DGS (11) a lift to the train station and DGD said something to which her dear Mum replied "You are getting more like Granny every day" Not sure she meant it as a complement but I was thrilled and said "Oh Good!" All my input over the last 14 years has not been in vain then!

My grandmother's sister used to look after me every Monday evening and we had a lovely time. It was 'craft evening' and she taught me different things including basket making.

I don't think I ever told her how much I enjoyed it but I expect she knew.

Both mine died when I was very young so don't remember them much.My GDs only 3,but already a character,she haves me in stitches.

I never knew any of my grandparents and sadly my mum and DH's parents died when our daughter was very small. We have a 16 year old granddaughter who is the light of our lives
She is fortunate enough to have two sets of grandparents alive and well. I think it's lovely for her.

I never knew my paternal grandmother, but I think the lady I called gran was my mother's step mother, not her real mother. I always got the impression that my mother was somehow an outsider in her family. We certainly didn't have a lot to do with my aunts. Anyway, my grandmother certainly didn't like me very much. Our duty visits were an agony for me. My father would never go near her. We have only one grandson. He is the centre of our universe. He has another grandmother but she never seems to want any contact with this intelligent, handsome, lively little boy. Her loss; more for us!

My gran was 60 when I was born, which was apparently quite old by the standards of the time. She was a staunch Methodist, and teetotal. She had a cup called a Rechobite(?) cup to prove it.

She was a good pastry cook. Despite living very close by, I can't remember having a relationship with her.

She didn't have teeth and I can't remember her smiling, ever. She was cared for by my auntie and mother almost until she died. Towards the end, she unthawed a bit and was frequently found waving a stick at an imaginary figure in her bedroom whilst quoting the bible in Welsh. .

Gillybob - your comment is so lovely. My Grandma was like that too. I was always round there.

My maternal grandmother was wonderful. I loved her so much, and although she died many years ago I still think of her often.

I try to be like her with my own GC by putting up tents and hammocks in the garden, and growing strawberries for them to pick. She made her own ice cream in the 1950's, and the sun always seemed to shine.

Winter memories include being tucked up with a tartan blanket and a book in front of a roaring fire, with hearty stews and trifle for dinner.

She was a great role model, and I am so glad she was my granny.

My grandmothers both died before I was born, and my "memories" of them are constructed from photographs and snippets of information I picked up from my parents and great aunts. The person I called Granny - and who acted as such - was in fact my great uncles mother in law. She was lovely, and I treasure her brass kitchen scales, made by a prisoner of war and unlike any I have ever seen.

I loved my maternal grandmother unconditionally and totally and was at my happiest when I was with her. I was devastated when she died when I was 14.

I didn't really like my paternal grandmother and I am not sure that she was that enthusiastic about me. I was too much like my mother, which did not tell in my favour.

Getting on a bit, My grandma was 70 when I was born. We loved each other dearly. I still have handwritten letters from her when she was in her 90s telling me to enjoy life and make the most of it. She grew up in hard Victorian London but had a good life and a happy marriage. I still love her, 96 when she died. I always remember her when I see the old bird lady in Mary Poppins and have a few tears for Annie Eliza..

lully that's lovely.

I wish I'd been more curious about my grandmother's life. She was born in 1900, and would have been young when the Welsh Valleys were at their most productive. She would have witnessed the Diwygiad -the religious revolution that gripped South Wales-and lived through two World Wars. She would have experienced the growth of the Labour Movement and the misery of the Depression.

A very ordinary life in extraordinary times.

My granny was tiny and sang hymns in the kitchen as she cooked, loved to giggle. During the war she let a friend and me play bombing by taking it in turns to stand on the table and drop wooden bricks while the other sheltered underneath. She taught me to darn socks and to use her Singer sewing machine.

She got on wonderfully with my daughter, who called her Greatie. In the afternoons they watching tv horse racing together and (at 4!) she introduced her to a little taste of port and lemon! No discernible ill effects thank goodness!

On birthdays and Mothering Sunday she was grateful for Sanatogen Tonic Wine and always had 3 or 4 bottles from her son's. They never lasted as long as we expected! I can't remember ever arguing with her, it just didn't occur, she was my beloved Granny. I get on fine with all my GC but as they get older arguments do happen!

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My maternal grandmother and I were two of a kind, I was absolutely at peace when I was with her.

As an awkward child otherwise at odds with the world, all the other adults in my life, however, much they loved me, and they did, thought that I would find life so much easier if I could conform more, which was, again, probably true, but I was happy in my awkwardness and not so in conformity. With my maternal grandmother there was acceptance.

I never knew my Dads Mum she died before I was born.my Mums Mum wasn't a Nan you could get on with she had had a hard life, we were never really made a fuss of and she wasn't one to get close too, sadly. I hope I have been a better grandmother.