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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3850 May 28 Remembering Mama/Grandma My maternal Grandmother was instrumental in my life when I was a young girl. She lived close by and even when really young I used to go and visit her on my own. Her place wasn’t fancy in fact my grandparents were quite poor. The house was tiny, the living room was where everyone gathered. Hardly any room to move. A big square table sat in the middle of the space covered in a wipeable green oilcloth. The big old sideboard on one wall left barely any room between the dining table to squeeze between. On the other side was a big black iron fire range which included an oven. This was used not only to cook on but to dry clothes on a rack hoisted up to the ceiling. Irons were put on a trivet to heat and used to press the laundry. There was no electricity at the time I used to visit, that was to be installed later. Gas bayonets on brackets were lit each night, but not upstairs. To go to bed we needed a candle. I loved Grandma’s feather bed. It was so deep in feathers it was hard to get out of to use the potty under the bed! Grandma died in England at eighty and I was living in Australia. I never got to say goodbye and to tell her I loved her |
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