What's your favourite memory of your grandparents?

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I remember being ill at Grandma's and a magic bowl of her divine chicken soup appearing, with a bread roll from Birds. Then we'd watch Midsomer Murders together odd thing to watch with an 8 year old but I digress

How about you?

When my grandma babysat my mum would buy her a box of roses which she would share with us . We used to play a game called missed where you threw your wrapper at the bin and if you missed you shouted ‘MISSED’

Sitting by the fire playing card games and board games with the curtains drawn and homemade cake on the table. If I can't sleep, I focus on that scene.

My mums parents - the magical outside cupboard with all the buckets and spades in, which smelled of the beach and the sea. They lived right by the sea (disused railway line at the end of their garden, then it was the beach) and memories of them are all tied up with that.

My dads parents - the box of chocolate on the top shelf of the larder and nanas massive shoe collection under her sofa. She had teeny feet so perfect for children to totter round in

These are all great!

Grandma always got in J2O especially for when I was visiting Always think of her when I drink a bottle!

I remember playing airports with my grandad when I was little. We just used paper aeroplanes and toys car but I loved it. He lost the use of his legs before I was born but I remember him getting down on the floor with me and then hauling himself back up. I was heartbroken when he died when I was 13.

My grandma lived to the grand old age of 99 and was with it until the end. Nothing got past her and I remember the happiness of telling her good news in my life- getting married, getting pregnant. When I had my DS she stayed up all night at 98 to hear the news and when I spoke to her she said 'I was willing you to push!'.

She had such a sweet tooth and we used to share a custard tart together many a week.

They form such happy childhood memories for me and I hope I can give my children the same with their grandparents.

I also always think of my grandma when I see boiled sweets. She always had some hidden on her. And clean tissues hidden in her sleeves.I don't know where she got them all from!

I remember going to stay with my nan in London, and she always had a box of felt tip pens, I would sit at her dining table with these pens and terms of paper and just draw for hours while she pottered about the kitchen.
She's 91 now, and she's amazing :)

We went on holiday with my nan on a boat and stopped at a pub that had a garden sloping down to the river. Me and my brothers had a whale of a time rolling down it then persuaded my nan to join in too. Must've given my mum a heart attack watching us all rolling towards the river, especially her oap mum but it was great fun!

Helping my Grandad at his allotment. I'd help with the picking and planting then count worms while he fixed any wire or fencing, then we'd go back to his shed and have tea and sandwiches, with the most wonky bread as he could never cut an even slice

My Nan and great grandma lived together most of their adult life and I remember them looking after me whilst my parents worked. My nan made us treacle sandwiches (golden syrup and butter) and we loved siting with our granny and going through her jewellery box with all her dress jewellery and broaches etc and hearing all the stories about how she got them and when she wore them. Happy days

My grandparents lived abroad, but we visited every year and flitted between them both.
My dad’s mum was hilarious. She had a great sense of humour and would tell us stories of things that happened, and we’d be in stitches as kids, proper crying with laughter.
My mums mum was a misery. Always telling us to shut up. I once told her I was her only granddaughter and she didn’t give a crap about me. That was the day I couldn’t give a crap what anyone thought about me. My dad was chuffed with me 🤷🏼‍♀️

The pop man's truck!
Digging up new potatoes and scrapping the skins!
And picking strawberries from the garden.
Sunday dinners.
Her electric blanket on when I slept over!!

Helping my grandad in his huge veg garden. He would ask my gran what veg she fancied for dinner, then we would pick them fresh from the ground!

Didn’t know my grandfathers -died before I was born. One Nan lived with us on and off in various countries.. but when I used to visit and stay the night at her little flat.. she would make the best readybreak the next morning! No microwaves back then so had to heat the milk on the stove!
My other nan wore lots of gold! Lol..

My grandad playing with his homemade dolls house with my sister and I. My grannies home made stew and doughboys!

My grandpa used to lift us up and throw us into the air. My granny made wonderful stew and showed us how to make peg dolls and corn dollies.

Sunday morning walks with my Grandad telling ghost stories whilst my Gran made a roast dinner.
Cosy evenings watching 'Bullseye' with a crotchet blanket over me after eating Sunday tea of sandwiches, cakes and often homemade trifle.

The smell of nulon hand cream. I wish it was still available.

Ooh yes, how could I forget the homemade trifle?

Lovely thread.

Mum’s side: beautiful house, playing chess and cards with my grandad, going out for drives, and my lovely granny used to laugh, then shake her head and say “Aw dearie dear” in her lovely Dundonian accent.

Dad’s side: my granny used to sit me on her lap and teach me songs from church, and we’d sing them, clapping our hands. Walking their dog in the park, and my granny talking to everyone. She talked all the time!

We went on holiday once to a caravan site at St. Andrews, and both sets of GPs came, too. It was fantastic.

My grandmother taking us to the folly where we made a pretend campfire and 'cooked' stripped leaves to make them look like fish bones.

My grandfather took me to an old farm house and taught me how to draw. He gave me a new sketch book and I remember him sharpening the pencils using his pocket knife. We spent all afternoon sketching together.

Making a crumble and praying the fruit was tart so we could sneak a piece of fruit with sugar on.

The button box, electric blankets, skinless sausages, Marmite only sparingly 'in case you burn your tongue', painting the fruit trees with meths to get rid of the aphids, running naked through the garden sprinkler, Battleships hand-drawn on a sheet of paper, chocolate decorations on the Christmas tree, long walks (and Grandad carrying loo paper in his pocket), putting a penny in the meter, supper before bed, freezing bathroom, ripening tomatoes in the greenhouse, making rose petal 'perfume', cutting the Rupert stories out of the 'Daily Express', bus trips, the muffled sound of Westerns on the telly as I fell asleep.....

And total, unconditional love. I adored my Nan and Grandad and even writing this has made me feel quite emotional.

Staying at home with my disabled Grandad and helping out in his allotment whilst my DM and DGM went to the shops. He'd let me eat his tins of rhubarb and custards and he'd measure me against his sunflowers. He had such a wicked sense of humour and I was sworn to secrecy at some of his more risqué jokes.

My DGM reading me Dick KingSmith books, sharing her Thornton's Nougat with me, playing the teletext game on a Friday night, her teaching me how to knit and crochet, play suduko, how to poach an egg. The old VHS tape of 60's kids shows with the original Bill and Ben and a lady who showed you how to make a paper lantern. Giving me 20p to walk the dog (never went up in price, ever!). Buying me Chelsea buns on a Saturday after dance class. Picking gooseberries out of her garden and making a crumble with it. Looking through all of her amazing jewellery and playing dress up in some of her amazing outfits. When I had chicken pox really badly she drove to Toys r Us, left me in the car and bought me a Barbie Doll to cheer me up.

I hope one day if I have Grandkids they have as many amazing memories of me too.

My nanas steak and kidney pie, also her egg custard tarts. She used to tell me all about her childhood and living in London during WW11 and the blitz.

Staying over Saturday night, her brushing my long hair and going to bed with her poodle on the end of my bed growling any time I moved throughout the night.

Waking up in the morning with 'egg in a picture' and making 'mud pies' with my cousin and making daisy chains out the front whilst our Sunday lunch cooked, she used to cook for about 15 every Sunday