Tell Cadbury about your shared moments of joy with grandparents - £265 voucher to be won! NOW CLOSED

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Whether you spent every weekend with them, just saw them occasionally or had on on-the-phone relationship, grandparents are people who often bring back exciting memories from childhood as well as heartfelt moments in adult life - and with Grandparent’s Day coming up, Cadbury Dairy Milk Buttons would love to hear about them.

So, whether they’re of being taught how to bake, of sculpturing sandcastles at the seaside or intense games of scrabble, tell Cadbury Dairy Milk Buttons about the moments of joy you’ve shared with your grandparents or those you’ve witnessed your children share with your parents.

All those who post on the thread will be entered into a prize draw where one MNer will win a £265 Love2Shop voucher.

Thanks, and good luck with the prize draw!

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My grandad taught me how to make a Christmas cake. I still use his recipe now.

My Grandad taught me and my brother how to play whist. We spent many evenings sat around his little table playing card games and now as I teach my own children how to play it reminds me of how special this time was.

Seeing my Gran with DS is one of my favourite things. She adores him and he adores her. I have never seen her as happy as when she's with him, and considering she's now 85 and going through a lot physically that's saying a lot. He loves that she always dedicates her full attention to him whenever she's here and he always loves showing her things - taking her books to read to him and toys so he can 'show her how they work'.

My grandparents used to live 3 hours north of us and it was such a treat to go and visit them. I have fond memories of my grandad leading me around the fields on a tiny pony called Rhino . I still have one of his horseshoes on my door. My granny would make beautiful cakes and pastries every day and serve afternoon tea. Their house was a 1950s pebbledash bungalow and I always felt like I'd gone back in time to visit!

Driving in grandads van, he use to always say "want some toffee while your mums isn't around" then he would proceed to get out a massive slab of toffee and break me a piece off by hitting it on the dash board. That van is still in the family now, I'm my mums garage and it has the dents in the dash from hi, breaking the toffee

My Nanny had a really hard life, bringing 9 children up - and there were loads of us Grandchildren so we never individually got loads of time with her. But I always used to love going to see her - and she always managed to find some sweets & treats for all of us.
Her favourite thing in the whole world was babies - she loved them.
My most magical moment was when I took my first born to see her when he was a couple of months old (and I could drive the 200 miles after my c-section). She was in hospital then, very close to the end - but her face lit up when she saw him. She passed away sadly the following day - I'm sure she'd waited to see him & passed away contentedly, having done so.

My granny had stacking glass bowls which she filled up with dolly mixtures, chocolate buttons and midget gems. She would get a little china bowl and let me fill it from the sweetie bowls. Well more than 35 years ago, but suddenly it feels like yesterday!

My Nana lived into my early adulthood, which means I got to experience a different kind of relationship with her. I loved just sitting and having tea and pancakes with her, chatting about our days.

My daughters have great relationships with all their grandparents, we are very lucky. My Dad loves messing about and doing daft slapstick stuff with DD1 (DD2 is a baby). I love seeing the joy in DD's face when my parents arrive, she runs to them shouting their names and squeezes and kisses them. She sees them all the time, but each time is like a long awaited reunion!

HAHA, this makes me so happy.

One of my absolutely favourite memories with my grandad would be that when you were happily settled with a cup of tea in front of songs of praise with my grandma a little plate would appear at your elbow with a single block of chocolate on it. (having given the other one to his lovely wife first of course!)

Even at Lent when my sister and I had given up chocolate we'd cross our fingers and nibble that square to make him happy. :)

My grandparents lived in Bath and Warwickshire so I had the best of both sleepy village and throbbing city. Both of my grannies taught me to cook on their agas with patience, something I have not learnt to do with my own children! When I got married my grandfather was too ill to travel so he sent a lovely letter which my mum read out "how convenient for us that Bath was in-between Wales and Wokingham so she would pop in and see us, and having been the ones to parent her she was parenting her aged lot". I miss my oldies very much.

My maternal grandparents lived in Cornwall and we lived in Surrey so only saw them a couple of times a year. My grandfather worked for ' Corona' delivering fizzy drinks etc, he was known locally as ' the Corona man '! One of my favourite memories was when we would go down for holidays and lunch would be ready for when we arrived with bottles of pop on the table, cherryade, limeade, orangeade, dandelion and burdock. My brother and I could choose whatever we wanted and gramps still gave us the 10p for giving him back the bottle.. We thought we were so lucky.

I love just watching DS chatting away to my dad. They were watching a cricket match at the weekend and were completely engrossed in their conversation as Grandad patiently explained what was happening, the rules, the scoring etc.

I have a photo of DS looking up at my dad with total adoration.

Going to the train station always makes me think of my nan. She lived in Cardiff and used to get the train to visit us in Bristol several times a year. I would count down the days until she was due to come, and loved waiting on the platform. When the train pulled up and people were getting off my brother and I would try to spot her first. When I was considered to be a "big girl" I got to go home with her on the train and stay with her on my own, and it made me feel so terribly grown up and important. Back then it really felt like Wales was another country and the journey took forever, even though it was only over the Bristol Channel! Travelling by train still feels so exciting and glamorous to me because of my nan.

So many memories of baking little cakes, crafting, playing in the garden or rummaging through the compost looking for woodlice to feed to the fish! Very happy memories of my grandparents.

My nan always looked after us in holidays etc, I can remember the 'puff the magic dragon' vinyl being played over and over! Also hot summers in her garden washing our baby's and making mud cakes

Picking gooseberries on my granddads allotment when I was young then taking them back to grandma for her to bake a pie. Perfect memories!

My Granny was the most stylish lady I have ever seen, she looked like a model in her gardening clothes, I wish I could have inherited some style from her, and that she'd lived long enough to get some tips - she died while I was still a goth teen. She was the only person in my life who was always without fail on my side and always made me feel better about myself.

I remember being young maybe 8or 9 and my grandma great used to have an old China tea set and we used to sit around the table with my dolls having a tea party and talking about when she was a little girl.
She also used to give me makeovers and did my hair like she used to have hers in the 40's.

My maternal grandparents lived about an hour away, and we often visited at weekends and holidays. Some of my favourite childhood memories involve going for walks in the countryside with my grandfather. He had a stash of those little round, gold coloured tins you get travel sweets in. He'd take a tin and we'd fill it with interesting things - catkins, acorns, pieces or chalk or Flint. Sometimes he'd "find" a coin in the dirt and let me keep it. On these walks he taught me how to identify trees, read a map, vault a field gate... I adored him, and have never been as heartbroken as I was when he died just before my 20th birthday.

i am so lucky now that my 2 children live 5 minutes away so i see them everyday after school, love the time i have with them growing up into great little adults, was not always the case tho as my daughter moved 60 miles away when she was first married and as we dont have a car we very rarely saw them, so for my own selfish reasons im so pleased they live very close to me and im able to be a big part of their life

My grandad died 10 years ago. What I always remember about him was when my brother and I were little, in the summer he would make us ice cream sodas. They were made from lemonade in a glass with 3 scoops of vanilla ice cream added in. We used extra long spoons to eat the ice cream and a straw for the lemonade.

Ice cream sodas were my grandads 'thing'.

My grandparents kept pigs - I lived feeding them! They also used to treat us with all of the naughty things my parents couldn't afford - real tango, monster munch crisps, walkers crisps Jaffa cakes etc. But the most magical memories are if teatime on Christmas day - my grandparents used to do a fabulous buffet and play games etc. Happy days.

Never knew my grandmothers, they both died before I was born but I remember my grandfathers well. My mum's dad used to visit us every Thursday and when I was in primary school he would be the one to come and pick me up. He used to take me to the sweetshop and wait patiently while I chose my sweets. We all loved him to bits. He used to spend every Christmas day with us and the first Christmas without him after he died was the first time I ever saw my dad cry.

My grandma had debilitating OCD and anxiety right up until the end of her life.

My moment of joy with her was when she came to see me perform in my first gig. Although she was only there for 10 minutes or so, I know how hard it was for her and it made me so happy to see her out and about, watching me play

I walked passed an elderly chap smoking a pipe this morning. I don't know what tobacco he was smoking, but it was the same as my grandad used to smoke. That smell immediately brought back hundreds of memories.

Spending any time with my nana as a child was brilliant because she would let me do Slightly Naughty stuff - playing on gambling machines by standing me in front of her and pretending she was playing on them herself, the joy of waiting at the window for the ice cream van with the dog so I could run out and buy ice cream for us both, the fridge full of chocolate bars.

And as a young adult, the fact I could get REAL advice from her. She treated me like a real person, but she cared too. She wasn't afraid to tell me when I was being a twat about something, but she would go over and above to help me any way she could. She was always honest and no topic was beyond boundaries.

I bloody loved my nana.