A couple of other blogs prompted this one for today.
It was not what I was planning to write but anyway…
Granny D was a bit of a despot and, quite frankly, scary! She had a hairy chin – I used to hate having to kiss her as it felt like the bristles were taking the top layer of my face off and she smoked like a trooper. She was my dad’s mum and died when I was 7 so I don’t remember her all that well. Pretty much what I remember of her is what I have written above. She was traditionally built (!) but not cuddly, too scary to be cuddly. I don’t wonder if she was perhaps nicer than I remember because my mother always said how Granny D had made my granddad’s life utterly miserable! He died before I was born but was, apparently, a lovely man. Before he met my grandmother he did move to Canada as a very young man but then the war broke out (WWI), he was injured (he fought with a Canadian mounted regiment) and came back to England after the war to recover from his injuries, met Granny D and that was it. My dad was their youngest and came when they were both in their forties.
My nan (mum’s mum) was a tiny little thing. She used to live down the road and around the corner from our house. That corner was particularly treacherous for nanny because on a windy day for some reason there could be quite a cross-wind and she regularly got blown over. It was not unusual to answer a knock on the front door from a near neighbour and be told ‘Quick, get your mum or dad, your nan’s been blown over on the corner again’. Then mum or dad would run down and help her on to our house or home. Mum and dad used to tell her not to come out on windy days but she wouldn’t listen. She had given birth to 7 children and a bit of weather wasn’t going to stop her going about her day! But of course it did if it was windy enough to blow her over!
She stayed with us a lot after our dad died (her husband, my granddad, died when my mum was pregnant with my older brother) to give my mum (her youngest child) some support. She used to like a cup of cocoa before bed and I used to like mixing it for her. She also used to like clotted cream spread on bread and butter. With a diet like that goodness knows how she was light enough to be blown over on a windy day but she was!
I’m not light enough to get blown over on a windy day, I fear I am more Granny D than Nanny. But I hope, if I ever get to be a Nanna, that I don’t have Granny D’s hairy chin or scary demeanour!
Anyone willing to share some nanna memories?