Re: grandparents
Paternal grand parents I only knew my grandmother and she was a miserable women, never smiled I think it might have cracked her face to do so. We were not close only met once or twice a year when we were expected to be seen and not heard and she would explain at great lengths all our failings.Re: grandparents
I was lucky enough to know both sets of grandparents.Re: grandparents
Never knew my paternal or maternal grandfathers. My paternal grandmother was lovely but she died when I was seven years old. My maternal grandmother was stern and standoffish and rarely spoke to us kids and I hated my step grandfather, he was a right slime ball.Re: grandparents
Only knew my grandmother on my mothers side and she made fantastic proper Cornish Pasties in a solid fuel Arga stove, the only way to do it properly to retain the moisture inside the pastie.Re: grandparents
Re: grandparents
Never knew my maternal Grandfather, he died before I was born, but Nana came to live with us when she was bombed out of her home in Liverpool. She arrived with one suitcase and her canary in his cage. My paternal Grandparents were relatively well off. I only regret that I cannot remember a single conversation with Nana and she must have been quite a character. She played bridge for Wales and was a wonderful embroideress. I still have some items she made. Grandpa was a dear, but a dreadful driver. If any of the family saw him coming in his little car they would hide in a shop so that they didn't have to accept a lift home!
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