Grandad’s story: World War II
Jun17

Grandad’s story: World War II

A few months ago, my mum gave me some writing from my uncle, all about my Grandad – partly my uncle’s own memories and partly family history research. I shared the first part earlier this week and you can also read my own memories of my Granny and Grandad here. This post is all about my Grandad and World War II. I’m not sharing my uncle’s writing word for word, as they are not my words to share, but I will...

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Grandad’s story
Jun15

Grandad’s story

A few months ago, my mum gave me some writing from my uncle, all about my Grandad – partly his own memories and partly family history research. I’ve been meaning to share it on the blog for a while, but then our lives got over-run by lockdown. I’m not sharing it word for word, as they are not my words to share, but I will share the gist of it. My Grandad was the second of four brothers born in a village close to...

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What’s in a name?
May14

What’s in a name?

Your name is with you all your life. As parents, you owe it to your kids to get it right. Names are special and unique. People grow to fit their names, or their names mould to fit them. Choosing a baby’s name is one of the most exciting things you can do. I never understand those people who have babies then wait a week or more to name them. They’ve had nine months to prepare! But then again, it’s a big decision. You...

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Remembrance Sunday
Nov09

Remembrance Sunday

This morning I watched proudly as my daughter, representing Rainbows, placed a poppy on a small wooden cross next to the war memorial in our village churchyard. She was the youngest person at the small service and looked like a ray of sunshine in her bright red Rainbows uniform, with her long, blonde hair shining in the sunlight. Her behaviour throughout was impeccable. She stood quietly, not fidgeting. No doubt she didn’t...

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Granny and Grandad
Sep23

Granny and Grandad

My Grandad died seven years ago today. He was a gentleman. A caring man, who loved his sport, loved walking, loved chatting to people. He was a new man half a century before new men were invented who did his bit round the house. Possibly he’s the reason the female line of his family has never been keen to tidy the kitchen! I wasn’t especially close to my Granny and Grandad. My mum and dad were from the generation that...

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