General Chat

Mine always had a pencil behind his ear when he was working with wood. Always busy growing own fruit and veg. Cycling very slowly along the road (goodness knows how he stayed upright). Always ready to have a laugh. Having to be quiet on Saturday afternoons when he was writing down the footy results. Play wrestling with him when the wrestling was on in the afternoons. He always had little bets (pennies) on the horse racing and usually won (still pennies)

never ever seen mine

Never met mine either. My Dads dad died before I was born, and my mums dad died when I was about 10, but I'd never met him, didn't know he existed...

Never seen mine both died before i was born . Cath

my granddad was the best! he gave me pennies, and i helped him with his little garden and when i was really small i used to call him gan gan

Sadly, none. Both died before I was born.

My Grandad only had one leg...I have vague memory of him with two, when I had lead poisoning from paint, he sat for hours at the end of the cot tickling my feet because I liked it, and he thought I would die. So he sat and sang and tickled my feet. When he had his leg amputated he still sat for hours with me playing on the table so he could reach from his chair, and he used to ask me to take the shoe of his missing leg.

Mine always wore a cap but never in the summer when he would always burn his baldy head! He grew leeks and other veg in the back garden and roses around the back door and gate Ali x

None i.m afraid cos my paternal grandad died when my dad was 3 & my mums dad died in 1939 when i was 2. i never had the pleasure of a grandad tho did have two grans.one was a lovely comfy lady . the other was an austere one who only paid state visits every two to three years. guess which one was my fav. Shirley

Just realised I never mentioned my maternal Grandfather - only memories of him were seeing him sat in a big old chair and wearing trousers up to his armpits. His belt was wide and black. Was told later that when he was dying from cancer he escaped from the hospital by climbing out of one of the windows (still in his pyjamas) and walked to his local pub to have a drink with his mates.

Only ever knew one - saw him once a year when we went to stay. An elderly gentleman, with a tash which tickled when he kissed me. A former fisherman, who wore navy blue serge trousers, reefer jacket and a guernsey. Took me out in a rowing boat and we pulled up crab pots. Always had his pipe, baccy tin and Virginia twist - the sticks had to be cut exactly in half to fit in the tin. He was very fit and could walk for miles - lived to be 96 (don't think I'll take after him! ) Very fond memories of a lovely old guy - I was the 'surprise' grandchild he never expected to have and he loved me dearly. Jay

My grandad Charlie Horton (my dads dad) I have memories of him sitting on a dining chair (preferred those) and he always brought me a wallnut whip. I used to pull the nut off and lick the cream out of the middle. I still eat them in the same way now. He died when I was around 8. My other grandad, Charlie Greaves (mums dad) used to do faith healing as a young man. I can still see him sitting in his chair by the telly, puffing on his golden virginia roll up... shaking his fidts at the saturday wrestling on the telly, getting so involved. He died in 1993. he would have been 100 this october had he lived Elaine x

I never knew my Dad's Dad. He died in Canada when I was 2. My Mum's dad was wonderful. I called him Pop-Pop. Dad, being Canadian, called him Pop, so I suppose that's where I got it from. We lived with him & my Nan until I was 2½, but then spent most of the school holidays staying there. He had an allotment about a mile from his house and he often used to take me there. I can hear him now saying, as he gave me a carrot to eat that he'd just pulled from the ground, 'Don't tell your Nan or your Mum that I didn't wash it first!' He was ill with heart problems, but wouldn't go into hospital until after my wedding because he was determined to be there. He died in 1969 and I still miss him so much. He was always there for me, and I was closer to him than I was to my Dad. I remember he smoked Senior Service - untipped. When I was in hospital having my 2nd child, (and very anxious) it would have been his 76th birthday. I am sure he came and sat in the chair next to my bed and told me everything would be OK and that my daughter would be born the following day, and would be ginger just like him - and she was! Sue xx

What lovely memories! My maternal Grandad was a really good cartoonist and did us funny drawings - in another life he would have been an artist. I have several postcards of him pictured in a 'charabanc' on the Isle of Wight which he loved to visit for his hols as a young man in the 1920's. He would have been so chuffed that his granddaughter (me!) lives there now! Allie x

i lost my paternal grand father just a few weeks ago this was the eulogy i wrote and read at his funeral How do I talk about granddad And the place that he holds in my heart I have plenty of memories of granddad But where on earth do I start? I remember the times spent on Sundays When we would all go there for tea I remember we always had salad And jelly for afters with cream. I remember the games we would play there The fuzzy felts and old 45s I remember the polished wooden flooring That in our socks us kids would all slide I remember the cellar down under The placed where the diddy men were I remember the front crazy paving That to us kids was always a lure. I spent many a time with my granddad At work in the shop that he ran I wished I had taken the chance then To get to know more about this man But as a child my granddad was someone Who was there when we went to stay Whose desk was a great fascination And whose hair was always grey The memories I have of my granddad Are of a man who was quiet and kind Not one for big show but somehow I know we were never far from his mind. Bev

That's lovely Bev Allie x

Never met Paternal grandfather,he died when my Dad was a child. Saw my first photo of him last year !!! My maternal grandfather I remember well, I used to watch him cobble shoes, kill a pig for the table and draw the water from the well. I loved him dearly, we all did,but I was scared the first time I stayed at his house , went into his bedroom in the morning and saw a leg under the bed.I hadn't as a child realised that he had a false leg.!!!!! He lived to be 83 and my Ma ,his daughter 92. LOL

Mine was severly disabled after the war. He was trapped in a lorry that turned over if it hadn't been for our enemies the turks grandad would of died like the others did, but they saved him & worked with the british to bring him home. Have a pic of him covered head to foot in bandages with only slits for his eyes, nose & mouth....a very lucky chap! Spent alot of time with him when growing up, wouldn't give up the fags as said he was too old, wouldn't give up the swearing said it was his Yorkshire side coming out but best of all he wouldn't give up calling me his princess even when other grandaughters came along.... I miss him so much esp now as have one of my own, even though I know he would of given me a right b********* for not being married!!!

My lovely grandfather died two months before my daughter was born. He was a farmer, very gentle, big hands and feet ( I inherited the big feet gene!), a real gentleman, a person to admire. Sad that the old characters are disappearing. Louise

My grandad Proctor i never new, he died in WW1. Grandad Shenton died when i was 12, but i do remember him very well. He used to take me to pick up his wages on a Friday, he would buy me a comic, and the men he worked with gave me pennies. He was a big man and worked at the local steel works, called Shelton Bar.He smoked like a chimney and swore like a trooper(not bad languge you understand)but was one of the gentalist kindest men(apart from my dad) i ever new. Gill