Apologies for the failure to blog at all recently. I've lost my blogging mojo, and life has got in the way rather. We were hit with 'flu & chest infections over the holiday period. Luckily it's the first time in years that we haven't had plans to visit family & friends so we had 2 weeks of being ill but not having to go anywhere!
Sadly on Boxing day, at around 2am, my Gran died. It wasn't expected - but she was 92, so we knew we wouldn't have her forever. She is one of my personal role models and I am lucky to have had her in my life.
Agnes Cramb - known as Nan - was born in 1920. She married William (Bill) at the start of World War II and spent her early wedded years (after working at the TNT factory) caring for two sets of parents and her first daughter (my Mum). She raised 3 adventurous children who to her mixed pride & regret all strode out into the world away from the small town on the west coast of Scotland where Bill & Nan lived.
L-R Grandad, Kay (middle child),Maureen (oldest, my mum), Alan (youngest child), Gran
She was an excellent & super speedy knitter, a renowned baker & was a very particular housewife. This is a skill I definitely didn't inherit. I remember her scrubbing the front door step - I don't actually have a front door step but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't scrub it if I did! She took up Crown Green bowling around the time that Grandad retired, and discovered her mile-wide competitive streak. She became president of both the Indoor & Outdoor bowling clubs and, approaching 70 yrs young, bowled for Scotland. Yep, my gran, the 5'1" international athlete! In fact she might not have been quite that tall....
Grandad in uniform!
Nan & Bill were married for over 50 years before Grandad died. I got to see them quite often in my early 20's, hopping cross country from Edinburgh to Saltcoats, joining Grandad on his much loved walks along the coast. Their 50th wedding anniversary party is the reason I no longer drink tequila! I shared tea, cakes, & a dram with them. And a full Scottish breakfast is a culinary delight, featuring eggs, bacon, square sausage, tattie scones & black pudding, toast & tea.
So thanks to you Gran & Grandad. I love both of you unconditionally. Grandad, I wish you had lived to see me married & to meet my boys. You would have got a kick out of them! Gran, I wish I had started my knitting design career a couple of years earlier, before demetia took hold. You would have been so proud of me. I did go to the wool shop when I was up for the funeral, as a little personal pilgrimage. You made me so many jumpers with wool bought from that shop! Thanks for showing me that you don't have to change the world to live a full and valuable life.
Gran - I'll pour a dram for you tonight. Slàinte mhòr xxx