Girls and Grandmas
Last weekend I visited my sister, and on the Saturday we had a girls’ day out to see our Grandma (and my niece’s Great Grandma). I love that we all have multiple roles as our family expands: my big sister is now a daughter, granddaughter, mummy and auntie too. I also love Grandma’s home, and being there with my niece doing all the things we used to do when we were four. Grandma still lives in the house where she birthed her children and lost her husband and although she no longer cooks on the built in stove in the kitchen (it used to back on to the coal fire in the living room, which has now been replaced with a more practical sort for a lady in her nineties), the house still seems the same to me as it always has. Full of big, bold patterns and so many pictures, faces of children and grandchildren and great grandchildren among the knick-knacks and musical boxes and crochet blankets and copies of the People’s Friend. The living room is always cosy, but your bottom almost freezes to the toilet seat when you go to the loo. There always seem to be flowers blooming in the garden, along with the old greenhouse and a shed bursting with stuff, my dad’s domain now. Every corner of the house too seems full to bursting, with treasures crammed in everywhere. I guess when you live so much life in one place you accumulate a lot of stuff to accompany the memories.