Photoblog: In memory of my grandparents
My Grandma Jean as a bridesmaid in the 1930s
Grandma died 17 years ago today. I get my dark sense of humour from her; it was pretty impossible not to laugh when she did. The little things I miss are her Lavender perfumes, her addiction to Refreshers [she always had a packet in her handbag] and her Yorkshire puddings – Aunt Bessie could only dream of making them that tasty.
Grandad Richard, Dick to his friends, during WW2.
Grandad gave this photo to Grandma, I assume, during his service in the Second World War. He lived well beyond my Grandmother and died just last year at the age of 94.
Although they are both gone now I consider myself very lucky to have had such loving and free-spirited grandparents. There was never any doubt that they both thought the world of me and my two sisters. One day, I hope to see them both again and hopefully, finally, beat Grandad at whist.
I remember she found it very amusing to feed your little sister a chocolate biscuit and admire the resultant messy moustache. She was also the cheese scone supremo. I’m afraid, to beat him at whist you would have to do what she did – cheat – but you could always start off a rousing chorus of Bobby Bingo to distract him.