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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

Dee
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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**.

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,

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

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

Coal Tar soap reminds me of my nan & grandad's kitchen in Deptford, they always had a bar on the go and I used to sniff it. I often, even now, when i pop into the supermarket, make a beeline to it and have a good sniff. I have never bought any myself tho, so perhaps I should so I can smell the soap whenever. Lots of other things remind me of them too tho of course.
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Lived with my paternal Grandparents. - Being greeted home from school, on a cold day with a roaring fire, Gran in a big white apron, and a lovely plate of stew. The comfort of that big lap when things went wrong, and I poured my heart out to her.

Grandad taking me to Romford Market, to see the animals, and buying me a cheese roll at the Golden Lion Pub.

My maternal Grandparents, Gran buying me nice patent leather ankle strap shoes, and coming to see me with sweets.

Grandad, the smell of St Julian Pipe tobacco. and when I lived some times with them having my own little piece of garden, with him showing me how to plant seeds etc.

its clover every time i see it i rememebr my nan when she got fed up of all he noise she would send us out side to look for a 4 leaf one xxt

I don't remember either of my grandads - one died when my mum was a teenager and the other when I was a baby.

But anything to do with saving money or food or anything reminds me of my paternal gran - I inherited her sewing machine and equipment and she never threw anything away so I have got all these old buttons and zips that she took off old clothing. I can't bear to throw them out in case they come in handy!

Sweets remind me of my maternal grandma - she had diabetes but loved sweets so much. She was always buying them for us. I am very much like my gran - I am hopeless at spending money on indulgences (I'm always struggling to really justify it!) - and I always imagine my grandma when I'm debating over buying something, and she's saying, "Treat yourself, get it spent" or something like!

I still have a small bottle of 4711 that was in my mother's things,and I have her little "dolly blue "in a little pot.I can't throw these things away.I have my maternal gran's brass trivet and copper kettle that sit beside our fireplace,and I can often picture her cleaning them.Her fireplace used to shine with so much brassware,and a lovely brass fender.There's nothing like an open fire on a cold day for feeling cosy,and with the firelight shining on all the brasses,it will always stay in my memory.
Sometimes she used to cover the oven shelf with a blanket to warm the bed,or a fire brick.
My granddad smoked "Gold Flake" cigarettes and his white hair was blond at the front with the smoke,and he liked going to the off license with a jug for draught bitter,and we would play cards like whist and newmarket for halfpennies.
My paternal grandmother was more distant,but my granddad was like a father Christmas with big rosy cheeks,and he grew lovely tomatoes in his greenhouse on his allotment,and he often had some little tomatoes in his pocket if we saw him on the street and gave us some,and they were so sweet.
He was a lovely singer as well.

oh thats easy muffs .....the smell of a pipe..im there sittin with my grandad again.thanks for the smile muff i needed that xx

Linda G that sounds very much like my Mum's parents lololol xx

The smell of freshly milled wholemeal flour reminds me of going with my grandmother to her shed to get chicken meal to feed her free range chickens.
Her husband kept border collies which he trained to work with sheep. Seeing a similar dog now, reminds me of him.
I never knew my paternal grandmother but Grandad always greeted us by rubbing noses in Maori fashion. I've no idea what that was all about but it's a lasting memory of him. He died when I was 8.

Gwyn

My Gran always used to go all around the table one by one when we visited for Sunday tea asking everyone if they wanted more tea.

We all said 'Yes please' in turn and when she got to poor old Grandad she used to say 'Anymore tea Jack?' and when he said 'Yes please' she used to say 'You bl**dy well would'.

My brother and I used to giggle and she would ask us what we found so funny.

She was a real character.

Linda