My Lovely GrandmotherI was closer to my Grandmother than I have ever been to my mother.
We lived with her and then she lived with us. She was very polite and very kind. And always very much the lady! Not "put on airs and graces", but just natural and elegant; a lady with a soft gentleness and refinement about her.
She taught me to treat others with respect and tried to instill in me the politeness that was so natural to herself (of which she has succeeded in the main). I smile when I think how each mealtime she insisted on putting on lace tablecloths, laying out the best china with milk jugs and sugar basins just so it would look nice for us!
I think my Grandmother was a little unusual when she was younger (and of which I am proud). She never married until much later (certainly for those times) – very late 20’s and was a Manager of a Milliners shop (and a very skilled hat maker herself). My mom (and uncle) never came along until she was 30 odd which back then was unheard of!
She could make clothes (or toys like Teddy Bears) better then anything you could buy in a shop today and was always in demand to make these said clothes for family and friends. I think if she had been young in this day and age, my Grandmother would have been a real “trail blazer” in the world of fashion, paving the way and creating waves!
I remember so fondly her kindness and patience. She practically taught me to read and write and instilled her love of stories and poems in me.
She was a wonderful cook!
A hard worker! At home, with her "career" and during her life in general. I remember in her late 60’s when we must have been hard up for cash, my Grandmother working at a garage long hours – not in the office but outside on the forecourts cleaning and washing all the cars and taking care of me at the same time while my mom was at work!
And a very glamourous lady. Even in her last years, she always looked her best. And pictures of when she was younger, show a beautiful and gentle lady with kind eyes. There was a touch of the “dashing” about the pictures too – My grandfather (whom I never knew) on his motorbike with my Grandmother sitting in the side car, or pictures of them leaning against their vintage car – almost Bonnie and Clyde style!
My sisters, brother and I will never forget my Grandmother. She had been there for all of us in one way or another and made a real difference in our lives. A real Star and one of a kind!
I am proud to be her granddaughter. I just loved my Grandmother.