General Chat

Whenever I hear anyone from the Midlands speaking brings back memories of my lovely Gran.
She came to Wales in 1900 from Wolverhampton, when the family she was in service moved to Newport,then she met and married my grandfather and settled here. But she never lost her accent.
Lovely memories!
Gwyn

My sisters and i often laugh about one of our nan's as she would sit near her coal fire legs open showing her long knee length pink panties off.

I remember my other nan use to give us a jam sandwich scraping the margarine and jam on and off again but i always say it were the best jam sandwich I had ever tasted.
And now I'm a great nan wonder what i will be remembered for.

Gwen

Allotments,,seeing someone working in one,thats where grandad spent all his spare time,me in tow on my little patch he gave me,,and Dalihas he entered flower shows with them,,and fresh greenhouse tomatoes,

Grandma. the cooking smell of Ham,she did her own and for a local shop,,,it tasted smashing, real stuff covered in yellow bread crumbs,,

And furniture polish,,as soon as you walked in the door,waffed up your nose,

I need nothing to remind me of my grandparents,they are in my heart and soul,my very being.they took me in when I was aged Two/three, bought me up till I was able to fend for myself,(at the time they were then pensioners),but that did,nt matter,I was their grandson,and I love them now as I did then,even though they are long departed.**M**.

I only have to look in the mirror to remember my granny!

Dee
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I had the privilege of helping to carry my Grandmother's coffin to her final resting place.

Morbid, you might think - but it was an honour for me. That was in 1963 & it's still clear in my memory.

Devon Violets and Ashes of Roses !
Flannelet sheets, eiderdowns, feather mattresses and pillows, rum butter toffees. These all remind me of my maternal grandmother.

Any Kertons out there who remember grandparents or family.
We use to have some great party,s but it always ended up with the grown ups playing cards they would be sitting there all night well into the next day
but us grandkids had a lot of fun days.

Those Chocolate Eclair sweets always remind me of my grandad. He always had his pocket full of them. He died when I was only 7.

My dad.Cantankerous old bu**er is the image of his own dad.

BOOBIES.........yep big ones.my nan was a big woman.there was always something comforting about um.like huge dunlopillos.heaven...xxxx