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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

I'm extremely lucky to still have both my grandmothers who are both in their mid 80's & true diamonds ! I shall visit them both for a cuppa later (or coffee with Baileys)!

I have so many great memories of all my grandparents. One of my Grandads was completely bald, looked just like Uncle Albert off Only Fools & always used to stick the tea cosy on his head to make us laugh.

The other - I met in the local village pub the night before an important job interview. He bought me at least 8 Barcardi & s -yet somehow the next day I still got the job.

What memories do you cherish ?

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By *ogistical NightmaresCouple
over a year ago

Manchester Area

My grandad was bayoneted through the hand by a German soldier in the trenches during WWI. If he held his hand in a certain way part of his skin collapsed into his hand. He told me it was for holding salt so you could dip your chips in.And yes he let me do it.

When the first 50p coins came in he would say to me if I could tell him the date on the coin I would have it. Lasted well for about 12 months then it was 50/50 after that,he always had two so that whichever date I guessed I was right.

During the depression when no work was available he would hussle snooker. Travelling all over the Lancashire area. He would walk miles to keep his family fed.

He was a lovely man, tiny, with pure white hair. He died when I was 12 years old and I still miss him

Hw was and is my hero, rest in peace Grandad xx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

They used to smell funny.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Still have their photos by me. So many memories.....xx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Grandparents are wonderful and spoil you like parents can't or don't have time for.

My nan always make me milk coffee in a bone china cup which now sits on my kitchen shelf. She also used to have a big sheet of black velvet and saved buttons which we used to sit and make pictures on. I also get my love of cake baking and decorating from her and she made us a cake every birthday and let us help her ice it. Happy Days

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

My maternal nan was so sweet she had 16 grandchildren and had colouring books for all of us and kept them until the day she died I remember laying there doing some colouring and watching the goonies while she watched it with me laughing at it like a child at the silly bits

She also used to do the most amazing Xmas parties... In August!

My paternal nan was a lovely frail old lady who at first used to scare me (as she was a medium) but then she'd explain why spirits visited us and it fascinated me even went to a reading with her and got a message from my primary school teacher

Unfortunately both my biological grandad had past before I was born

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"My grandad was bayoneted through the hand by a German soldier in the trenches during WWI. If he held his hand in a certain way part of his skin collapsed into his hand. He told me it was for holding salt so you could dip your chips in.And yes he let me do it.

When the first 50p coins came in he would say to me if I could tell him the date on the coin I would have it. Lasted well for about 12 months then it was 50/50 after that,he always had two so that whichever date I guessed I was right.

During the depression when no work was available he would hussle snooker. Travelling all over the Lancashire area. He would walk miles to keep his family fed.

He was a lovely man, tiny, with pure white hair. He died when I was 12 years old and I still miss him

Hw was and is my hero, rest in peace Grandad xx"

How lucky were you, your Grandfather sounds cool before cool was known. He sounds like a lovely wonderful man. I was too young to know my Grandfather before he died, but have learned much since I started looking into my family history.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

both my paternal grandparents died before we were born, however my maternal ones i loved so much.

my grandad ussed to have a shaver that sat in the palm of your hand, and he used to sit on the front room while we watched him shave, fascinated by it. once he finished he would sit each of us on his knee and 'shave' us with the back of the sahver, just so we felt the buzzing on our faces.

he was Dutch and would only ever curse in his native tongue, so we wouldnt know what he was saying.

he loved bikes and biking and thats where me, my brother and my uncle all have our love of bikes from.

he was also a tank mechanic in the war and taught my uncle loads about mechanics, who has in turn passed some of it on to me and my brothers. he ascaped a nazi death camp the day before he was due to be executed too.

my nan was in the field hospital where he was treated, and thats where they met, and were together until the day he died.

i had the good fortune to spend all school holidays with them, and latterly lived with her after he died, for 18 months and tot his day, that was some of the best times of my life.

she was so cool. so funny and so caring. forced her doctor to write a letter to the courts to get me out of having my licence took off me for being a lead footed stupid kid, when i first started driving.

went round the local primary schools teaching kids about first aid (she was an area co-ordinator for the st john) right up until a couple of months before she died.

she died the day before 9-11 and i can never even remember the twin towers falling, because all i ever think about around that time is her going.

miss you both loads. xx

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By *imiUKMan
over a year ago

Hereford

My maternal grandparents died before I was born.

My paternal grandparents were a strange couple, by the standards of the day - he was a 2nd gen German Communist and she was an Irish Catholic who had come over at 15, not long before the war. I was never quite sure how they had been 'allowed' to marry, but it must have taken some fortitude.

My atheism and political outlook begun on my grandads knee....

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