What can you remember about your Grandparent's house?

Not much. He lived in a council house with one of those old cast iron cooking range, the type you'd possibly see at Beamish.

That would have been about 1960-ish.

I can't remember speaking to him, though i'm sure i did, his health wasn't too good at that point.

He game me a threepenny bit for pocket money, which was surprising as he was skint.
 


Dad’s side…not much really, just that we used to a dimpled half pint glass of milk and we’d sit and watch the snooker with my grandma.

Mam’s side….coal fire, outside toilet, Grandma in her pinny doing her jobs, sitting at the kitchen table podding peas from grandad’s allotment or eating dipping his rhubarb into a bowl of sugar, the upstairs telly with the twist and pull on/off button, grandad in his chair reading the Chronicle and pontificating accordingly, cake hunting in the pantry, playing football in the little back yard….
 
Son of Stan said:
Absolutely nothing. Dad was well in his 40s when I was born and his parents were dead. Only my Mam's Dad was around, can't recall going to his house but he looked after me before I started school at times, and he wasn't a pleasant fella. I remember he accidently broke an ornament and told Mam I'd done it. Other similar bits and pieces too. No good memories, sadly.
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Skylon said:
I wonder why our grandparents bought the Scottish Post? Did anyone else's? Seems a bit odd. Was this a done thing years ago?

Just posted this n'all. Strange, wasn't it?
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It was quite popular back then, maybe a mid range alternative to the broadsheets and the scandal sheets of the time?
I don't think it was overly Jockcentric at the time?
 
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Ham and Pease pudding sandwiches
Seabrook Crisps
Pink Wafers which my sister loved but I was never fussed
Kiora cordial
Grandstand on the tele (if it was a Saturday)
Sky Sports on the tele (if it was a Sunday - vividly remember seeing Robbie Fowler score his 4 minute hattrick vs Arsenal in 94 when I was 10)
Always getting a bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk when we were going home

Really miss them x
 
Grandma:

The smell of strawberry/blackberry/gooseberry jam simmering on the stove.
sugar sandwiches!
knitting needles and lots and lots of balls of wool.
the heavy smell of cigarettes

Nanna/Grandad
small bedroom used as a tin food store (‘in case that thing called European Union goes badly’) - tins of steak as a base for me bed when sleeping over!
Granddad’s chewing baccy…. Brown stains on the fire hearth.
A well laid out food table at weekends
Nanna’s very salty potatoes, she used the water from the boiled ham to boil the spuds. My brother and I used to have thing going when eating our dinner of who could go the longest before having to get a drink of water (We never told her)
Granddad’s packet of “special” playing cards he kept for poker nights down Thornley Club
 
smoker said:
That was certainly the story from my dad and uncles. One of my dad's uncles had a catholic wife and nuns and the priest would come round when he was at work and tell her she and the kids were going to hell. It ended with the priest being ambushed, chased down the street and getting a clout by my great uncle and his brothers. Would have been late 40's or early 50's.

There were Orange Lodges in the NE. Cookson's 15 Streets.
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I think you are looking into this a bit much. I really don't think my nana and grandas buying the Sunday Post had out to do with sectarianism. They weren't religious and certainly weren't bigots
 
Only had 1 Nana.
Tea with bits of the leaves at the bottom of the cup.
Sandwiches made with some thick sweet condensed milk stuff.
Banana sandwiches with sugar on.
Egg and tomato sandwiches if we went to Seaburn or South Shields for the day.
TCP smell and horrible medicine as nice ones don't get you better.
She was the first person I saw dead.
 
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Nanas (Hylton Lane) Homemade butter and bread, immaculate gardens front and back, knocks at the back door and whispering going on ( I think she was a money lender, definitely had something going on with Joplings money), Saturday nights tucked up on the settee watching Dixon Of Dock Green and Showjumping.
Nanas (Shields) Chain smoking, sending me to Seppy Bartrams for tabs on tick, hurling racist abuse at the coloured Insurance man
 
Trophy Eyes said:
The biscuit tin and them god awful Blue Riband things.
One of them jewellery boxes where the ballerina twirled and music played when you opened it.
Going round the chip shop for a pensioners special for like 35p… M&Ms in Whitburn I think it was.
The string cord I always used to activate and get wrong for when someone on the other end was wondering if my nana was alright.
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Nowt wrang with a blue riband, we still buy them now.
 
Norton said:
Only had 1 Nana.
Tea with bits of the leaves at the bottom of the cup.
Sandwiches made with some thick sweet condensed milk stuff.
Banana sandwiches with sugar on.
Egg and tomato sandwiches if we went to Seaburn or South Shields for the day.
TCP smell and horrible medicine as nice ones don't get you better.
She was the first person I saw dead.
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Bottles of a black tar like substance with white chalky stuff at the bottom? 🤢
 
Making pictures out of buttons
A rotating armchair
Watching assorted fires and chimney demolitions (top floor of the East End flats)
Underfloor heating and lying under the sheepskin rug
 

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