What lovely things do you remember about grandparents?

Nana (mum's mum) used to give me slices of Mothers Pride bread and butter when I visited and I would go with her to the local shopping arcade, she would always have one of those shopper things on wheels with her. Can't remember their actual names!Gran (dad's mum) would make us home made soup, a roast then ice cream and tinned fruit every Sunday and granda would have the wrestling on the tv. Every Hogmany my dad would take us over there just right on Midnight to first foot them. I hated it at the time but look back on it fondly now!My children who are still in primary school have no grandparents now and it really cuts me up inside at times

My grandad making pancakes when he picked me up after school
and leaving bits of Yorkshire pudding in the tin for me to go and “pinch” because I thought he never knew 😂 he died when I was 6 I miss him

Oh and Gleaning peas with my grandad

Banana sandwich ..known as nana- wich
Milk with my packed lunch in a Tupperware beaker ( gold top milk )
Homemade lemon curd tarts
Freshly battered fish and penny chips on Saturdays with home made mushy peas
Figgy roll biscuits
Granddads green house tomatoes
My maternal grandparents were the best and I think about them daily even though I'm now 55 years old !

We had ‘grandma chips’ and ‘grandma curry’ growing up. The chips were just homemade chips done in a fryer.. absolutely delicious! The curry was not like a curry at all, but was still called curry and it was so nice.. but no one ever knew how to make it until a couple years ago I asked.. and I received the recipe! So I now make grandma curry for my family 🥹

Also, we used to sleep over occasionally.. we would always get supper in bed and then in the morning she would make the nicest holiday all inclusive style breakfast buffet.. we would have bacon, toast, cereal, fruit, orange juice.. if you picked coco pops she would sprinkle a little sugar on top! 😂🫣

My grandad went “in to town” every Friday. He went the council offices to pay his rates and rent for his garage, to the guildhall to pay his membership for the Rotary Club, to M&S for a cottage pie, and to WH Smith to pay for his newspaper subscription. In the school holidays he took me with him; he’d give me the bus fare money and I was responsible for asking for “one return and one half return to town.” I was never allowed to take a seat if an adult was standing, I had to offer my seat and sit on his knee or stand. He’d take me to the grand House of Fraser cafe for our Elevenses. My mum always told me I was to have a fruit juice and a plain biscuit; grandad always bought me a hot chocolate with whipped cream and the stickiest, jammiest bun for sale. I thought that this was a secret. Turns out, my mum knew all along! (Of course she did!)

I used to go to my nans quite a lot as a little girl and she spoiled me rotten.

One of my favourite memories would be her bringing me tea and custard creams in bed in the morning before getting up for breakfast! It was such a treat.

My grandma always wore a white frilly apron in the kitchen and she made me one on her sewing machine when I was about 3. She called it my 'spinny pinny' because it was pleated and flared out when I spun around, it had a little strip of lace at the bottom that I thought was so grown up.
She used to like baking with me and there is a photo of us in her kitchen- she is wearing slippers, a pink dress and her apron and she is laughing with her head thrown back, and I'm about 4, sat grinning on the countertop wearing the spinny pinny over my pyjamas with cake mix all over my face. I love that picture and it feels very 'her'.

She taught me to sew with a machine when I was about 8, I was terrible but loved it and she was so patient with me. She taught me to make ragdolls and clothes for them and I remember lots of afternoons in her dining room making old fashioned dresses for the dolls. Just like the dresses she used to sew for me to wear as a toddler.

She died a few years back and I miss her so much, the last thing she sewed for me was these two little spinny pinnies because I had just had my daughters. She made them big so they could grow into them, they have been wearing them when we bake for the last year and they make me so happy and also sad at the same time.

My paternal Grandparents were wonderful. My grandfather was a quiet man with rocksolid integrity. He was an art teacher. My grandmother was funny and fierce. My dad recalls when he was about 8 he shoplifted some sweets and she was furious and marched him to the shop to apologise and pay for them with his pocket money. She had a stroke at 55 and could never speak again. The only word she could say was 'JESUS!!' and then only when her football team lost. They called me 'chickadee' and my grandmother made madeira cake and adored geraniums.

They both died at 75 within weeks of each other. I miss them.

Baking bread and tea cakes with my granny. She loved handicrafts and taught me how to crochet, the make macrame plant hangers and various other things that I thought were wonderful at the time. I would hold her skeins of wool on my hands while she wound the wool into a ball 😊

My other granny was very quiet but made a lovey trifle and always let me help myself to club chocolate biscuits from a special tin.

One side. Stories they told. They were always the same stories but I loved that anyway.

Other side (granny): cuddles and the gorgeous cakes and biscuits she made. Her fondness for Mick Jagger. This was the 1980s.

These are lovely memories.

I have no lovely memories. Never knew my father’s parents; have no real memories of my mum’s. Reading everyone else’s is very sweet - I would love something like this to look back on.

My maternal grandfather was one of my favourite people ever. He retired a few months after I was born and we spent a lot of time together when I was a child, even though my GPs lived an hour away.

There was a gate in the back wall of his garden, that lead onto a country lane. We used to go for walks along the lanes with an empty sweet tin, and collect acorns, or catkins, or pebbles, or some other seasonal artefact. He died when I was 19. About 20 years later I got a whiff of "his" pipe tobacco waiting for a train at Birmingham New Street and I was instantly transported back to his garden.

My mother's mother died when I was five, and although I have a vague impression of a kind old lady, my only clear memory of her is when I suppose I must have been boisterous or noisy, aged about three, she took me on her lap and said, chuckling, 'I'm going to murder you!'. I immediately jumped down and ran to my mother. 'Nanny's going to murder me!'. I couldn't understand why everyone burst out laughing, and Nanny ruffled my hair. I was, my mother told me years later, mollified by a sweet.

My nana always brought me tins of creamed rice when she came to visit.
She was wonderfully eccentric and we all loved her.

Baking bread and cakes with my grandma and gardening with my grandfather. Lots of great memories.

My mum's mum, I always remember pieces in lemon curd on pan bread, my dad's mum I always remember home made lentil soup in red melamine bowls

Being given the honour of polishing her brass animal figurines. We took it in turns each Sunday afternoon. Afterward tea was always bread and jam, buttered malt loaf and battenberg cake.

To this day I hate Battenberg. Its really a nice memory but I can never voluntarily eat marzipan again.

My nana used to make me a stack of pancakes and I'd eat all of them with lemon and sugar for my lunch. (Not very nutritious but that's what grandparents are for)
My grandad on the other side had a wonderful garden full of frogs and beehives and smelled gorgeous. We used to eat raspberries straight off the bush. I have plants in my garden that he gave me as cuttings and I think of him when I do the weeding.