Here, on the left in this faded photograph, is my Granny Beatrice. She was born 114 years ago today, 23rd September 1898.
This anniversary made me think about the difficult, sometimes painful, decision, that many women ultimately face: will you be Granny, Grandma, Grandmother...? They all sound so OLD!
My Granny had a secure & happy childhood
She was a clever girl who grew up...
...into a lovely young woman.
By the time I met her she had turned into a Granny - her life had been hard with much sadness.
I loved her and she loved me - unconditionally. When I stayed at her house I slept in an old brass bed on a feather mattress with a feather eiderdown on top - and a stone hot water-bottle to warm my cold toes. She told me stories of her childhood and sang me to sleep with "Come into the Garden Maud". (Click on the link to share the experience.)
So, how do we see ourselves in the 2010s if grandchildren arrive? Do we ever feel old enough these days to be Grandmothers? My title was chosen for me - I'm Nana - and I like it.