What are your childhood memories of your grandparents' house?(436 Posts)
I was schrunching some foil today and it reminded me of the Vitalite tub of milk bottle tops for the Guide Dogs (always a concept I struggled to undersand) at my DGP's house.
And the whoosh hit of tomato smell in the greenhouse.
And the tea caddy of buttom at the other DGP's house.
And the duoble loo roll holder for soft paper (guests) and Izal (unfortunate family).
And rice pudding with skin on.
And a shiny 5p coin for whomever had the smallest new potato on their plate at Sunday lunch.
Good times. Bittersweet memories.
The sound of a fly buzzing about
Piano melodies my granny would play as I went to sleep
Pipe cleaners and empty matchboxes
The sound of of the aga as grandpa raked it and refilled it with coal
A photo of a camper van like theirs brought smells back to my memory that were so strong!
The tea trolly
Toast and dripping
Cherryade from the Corona man that left you with a red tache
'Sing something simple' on the radio
and a xylophone like Rolf Harris had.
Sausage fritters for Saturday tea
Sandy the dog
The bat that lived in the outdoor loo <shakes>
Hiding under the kitchen table from the rent man
Sunday night...newspaper on gran's lap...head on knee for de-nitting
Grandad drunk every Sunday afternoon
Miss my grandma
Oh - and Quality Street tins and the mn paying 'cribbage'
Lying in bed at my GPs in the dark and watching the car lights from the busy road outside travel across the wall paper.
The lovely silky bedspread on my gran's bed - we used to rush into bed with her in the mornings. She would fire up the Teasmade and we would dunk biscuits in her tea while she told us stories of 'the old days'.
The BEST fish and chips ever.
Sitting on a step-stool at the table because she didn't have enough chairs when we were all there.
My grandad pulling coins out of my ears and letting me roll his roll-ups.
Playing with the china ornaments that my gran collected. Little elephants, china ladies etc in front of the open fire.
Good times indeed.
grandma bending down to get sweets out of the bottom of the cupboard, and my dad panicing
shop brought farmhouse cake(yum)
her wrap around apron.
Blankets with satin ribbon on the edges.
top and tailing gooseberries while sitting on the draining board.
woodpigeons in the early morning.
shiney 50ps granny had saved for us for pocket money.
....... and those little wooden square grids that went on the wall that had miniature ornaments on.
The cupboard of toys my granny had, mostly from the early decades of the century, like stereoscopes with views of American national parks.
The shelf of children's books she had that were cut into shapes - incredibly exciting! (actually I think the content was very dull but the SHAPES were great)
her putting bran on everything
the faint smell of gas
and later on after her sight had gone, my granny doing the Times crossword in her head while I read out the clues in a state of awe
Purple flowery duvet covers with a sheet underneath to keep them clean.
Enormous hostess trolley that was wheeled out every Sunday.
Nasturtiums covered in caterpillars.
Ben Shaws lemonade.
Very flat Yorkshire pudding with onion gravy.
Ready brek for breakfast.
Baking jam tarts. (or rather, watching my twin make jam tarts)
A plate with different animals dressed up and named. I can remember Darcy Dog and Conchita Cow, but there were others.
Teaspoons with saints at the top of the handle.
Oooooh yes totally relate to having very vivid memories of grandparents' houses - for some reason much more vivid than memories of my own family home.
In my case: at my Italian grandparents' house:
walking round and round between kitchen and living room via an outside balcony (they were on the 5th floor) and smelling the smell of freshly made bread coming from the bakery in the courtyard below
the heat on my legs when we went out
the mothball smell from my grandmother's wardrobe
the smell of my Dad's deodorant as he got ready in the morning
the endless naps my parents would have in the afternoons while my sister and I annoyed our grandparents who they themselves eventually dozed off as well!
and loads more....
At my English grandparents' house:
again the smell of the house
thick wall to wall carpet
my sister and I sleeping under matching duvets
the light/windmill that played a tune that my sister and I listened to again and again
listening to Radio 4 news being read by the newsreader with the really deep voice on our way there
apple and blackberry pie - also steak and kidney pie (am now a vegetarian so that is actually a bit of a yuk memory!)
and on and on and on!!!!
The smell of Warburtons bread - Nana's flat
The smell of lamb cooking and of huge jars of pickling vinegar - Other Nana's flat. She also had a blow up doll in the corner of her bedroom, which her brother used as part of his comedy sketch (in a non sexual way).
My gran's big box of buttons.
Playing shoe shops with my DSis and my nan's shoes. Not her best ones though.
Watching Tom and Jerry with my grandad.
My grandad playing the organ.
Our yearly trip to Blackpool. Not strictly a memory from their house but one I always think of.
Grandad's homemade mushroom soup and lovely porridge on cold days.
My best childhood memories all come from my grandparents house.
The smell of my grandmas sherry
The piles of newspaper clippings my grandad stashed under his chair
The quality street tins full of Lego and buttons
Polishing my grandmas silver tea service every weekend when I stayed there
Freezing our tits off because my grandma refused to have the heating on
20p every weekend and £2.50 for my birthday
I really miss them
Lawks, yes, Cribbage.
And lime jelly with onion. Truly - it was lush!!
Oh and home-made cream horns. I have the metal cones somewhere that she used. [sob]
I miss mine too. The strength of their unconditional love was formidable and unquestioning.
warm gooseberries (from the sun)
coffee and smoke (she smoked 60 a day)
heavy heavy duvets
Sitting on the ironboard with 2 cousins as we had run out of chairs so ironboard over 2 chairs made for 3 seats
Sleeping in 2 chairs pushed together
and oh love love love..
miss her still.. (18 years in Jan since she passed)
Nanny's button box.
The tin of sweets in the larder.
Butcher's steels and knives, hams hanging in the larder (Grandad was a butcher).
Grandad bringing the take from the shop home and sitting with him counting old pound notes and marvelling at a £50.
The HUGE, 6 inch thick ledgers in which he wrote his accounts.
Antique furniture and treasures, the textured glass jug which inspired my own antique glass collection many years later.
Nanny's apple pie.
Blackie the Labrador.
Making a kite from a paper bag and flying it from the balcony.
The click click of Nanny's knitting needles.
Reading the Observer with Grandad on a Saturday afternoon.
The clunk and whoosh of the lift to their flat as it was operated late at night in the still darkness.
Oh how I miss my Nanny and Grandad.
I had a money box from Lloyds for 50 pences. It was the shape of a black horse head. <<omerta>>
Half-crown for birthdays. I thing that is 12.5p
The swirly carpet pattern, we used to pick a coloured "swirl" and then you were only allowed to step on that colour!
The extremely grumpy and scary old cat, who would think nothing of swiping a sharpened claw down your arm as you passed him on the stairs.
How the spare room had a "hard bed" and a "soft bed" and we'd always fight to sleep in the "soft bed"!
The loo roll holder in the bathroom that was 3 foot high - little cupboard for loo roll storage, little shelf for grandad's newspaper, little dispensing section with serrated edge for ripping the loo roll, and an ashtray on the top!
The old out-of-tune piano.
Gran's "press" - the mysterious cupboard we used to try to sneak into to find treasures!
All the old family photos on the dresser. Australian relatives we'd never meet but seemed to know so intimately.
And the smell of it, that familiar smell.
Am sitting here weeping now.
They're great aren't they, grandparents? I hope my lot will have similar feelings when the look back.
Pressed send to fast
at paternal grandparents house
Bow and arrow (grandad taught me)
Raw peas in brown paper bags
the coin she would press in my hand
at step grandparents house
matchboxes to build with (we had 2 huge bags)
the huge plate rack with sweets at the bottom
longhaired jack russels
the smell of wool
and yes agree with the poster all the best memories come from my grandparents houses I was blessed to have 3 sets
I miss mine too much to even start.
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