[junetta]

My Mum's father died when she was in her early teens which resulted in my Nana living with my parents from the first day of their marriage. I never thought about it when I was a youngster but it must have been an awful thing for my father. We all used to gang up on him.

His parents used to live on the corner of Leyland Street and my brother and I were sent to see them every Sunday morning. Grandad boiled up black puddings every week and served them with salt. I can taste them now! He always had a party for all his grandkids at Xmas and emptied his giant piggy bank for us to share. My Gran won a pot doll one Christmas in a pub draw and gave it to me.........I was so proud and still have it now, all those years later.

Sadly, they are all gone now.