In Nana's GardenI was laying in bed this morning, deciding whether to get up or roll over for some more sleep and thinking about when I was little and about my Nana and it came to me that this is Storytelling Sunday and I had something to contribute on this occasion!
When I was very small, my mum went back to work. It was very unusual to have a working mum in those days but circumstances demanded that this was the way it had to be. My Nana looked after me whilst mum was at work.
Looking back this was the most idyllic time during my childhood. My nana, whom we all called 'Nanny Marzie' because of her tendency to dish out Mars bars at every opportunity, doted on me and my every whim was catered for. During this time my Great Aunt Grace came to visit from Canada and so this meant that the doting was doubled! Great Aunt Grace's visit, that was planned to be only 3 months, turned into two years. We idolised each other and spent all day playing and knitting - she taught me to knit before I was five.
These two elderly ladies taught me to ride a bike by holding the back and me riding a figure of eight around the apple and pear trees.
Aunt Grace gave me my greatest possession - Freckles. He was my constant companion and slept in my bed from the time I was four until well into my teenage years. I loved him especially more because he was precious to Aunt Grace and for him to be given to me was amazing. You see, he had been made for her by her daughter in law (a lady who was the daughter she never had) and this lady had died of cancer just before Aunt Grace made her visit to the UK.
To this day I still have Freckles, he sits in my bedroom looking over us and is the only one of my toys that I haven't passed on to Gracia - maybe one day but not yet!
The pages illustrating this post are very old ones for 2008!
Reasons to be cheerful:
1. That sitting at my laptop smiling as I remember my childhood is much better than languishing in bed for another hour. Thank you Sian for Storytelling Sunday.
2. I am considering going on an organised walk through our local woods today, last time I learnt so much.
3. The new stairs are in the house, albeit in pieces like a giant jigsaw on the lounge floor, but they have arrived.