Things you remember about your nanna's house (i.e. gran or nan)

Huge roses with terrifyingly big thorns in the garden
Big spiders in the garden shed
Psychedelic patterns on the carpets
A grandfather clock ticking
The clickerty clack of knitting needles
Those pink wafer biscuits
Sitting on a bench with my back against a boiler in the kitchen
Tomato soup and cheese sandwiches
Black and White tiles in the bathroom
Stillness
Endless conversations about people long dead
A picture of the flying Scotsman in the hallway
Tins of peas
No phone and no TV
A general feeling of melancholy for the past

Very clean
a big model ship and shire horse pulling a cart
home made cakes, apple pie, pancakes, jam
pink wafer biscuits
fresh fruit and veg from the plot, peas from the pod
soda stream
playing with my toy cars around the swirls in the carpet
Jim Reeves or Crystal Gail on the very good stereo
red kola
breakfast rolls
the smell of motorbikes and onions in the garage
old spice
the sun through the kitchen window and a fine view of Banarty hill
rough local kids
packs of dogs
oor wullie and the broons
snowballs and macaroons
being ‘the wee boy’ and grans favourite
gift in pink and white striped bags
such happy happy times with my gran and grandad, getting teary now. 😳

I really hope my son has such fond memories of his gran, but I’m sure he will.

Almost every contribution to this thread I grin wistfully to myself & think “yeh, that too” – or have a private moment trying to get the fly out of my eye

As my son would say EPIC thread