A week or so ago I did a post on my card making and a reader mentioned sending a little package of cards to my aunt who had been unable to get out to purchase Easter cards.
I’ve had a letter from her today thrilled at the cards and the stamps which she said were a godsend. Apparently a hat will be on its way to me in due course.
My aunt is my Dad’s eldest sister. There were twins and another sister, all sadly no longer with us, and a surviving brother though I believe there was another who drowned whilst on honeymoon.
My paternal Grandfather was married four times, though apart from his widow, I didn’t know them, my Grandmother having died when Dad was a child, and I met one fleetingly at a cousin’s wedding in 1972.
I have a photograph of my Great Grandparents with their children, two girls and four boys who were of course my grandfather, great uncles and great aunts. Great Gran was tiny, but you daren’t cross her as she was a dab hand with the tea towel!
I have fond memories of Dad’s family, and I remember trips up to London to see them.
They lived in a small terraced house with no bathroom, and the loo was outside next to the coal cellar. The front parlour housed a huge sideboard where I discovered the sugar lumps in a blue glass dish on a silver stand, and my great aunt’s piano, which I was never allowed to touch, let alone play.
Her kitchen wasn’t much bigger than the one I have here, but fitted cupboards weren’t the norm then, let alone freezers, automatic washing machines and built in cookers. Shelves were curtained off, there were racks on the wall for pans and the draining boards were wooden either side of a butler sink.
I also remember the front door step would gleam from years of polishing.
I’m glad I took the time to put my small gift together. My aunt contacts me several times throughout the year and remembered my 60th birthday (her daughter was 60 that September) and our silver wedding anniversary in 2016. It’s good to know she’s OK.