Tuesday, 21 September 2021

We Have a Few Days Away

We Have A Few Days Away

It has been such a long while since we had a proper "break away," and we decided the time was right to take the opportunity and actually have a mini holiday.

We drove up north, to Preston Brook, booking accommodation at the Premier Inn; we have stayed there before, it's a lovely hotel, the staff are always welcoming, and everyone very careful to maintain excellent standards of hygiene to keep the guests safe in these still uncertain times.

It's a long drive, but we bowled along happily, taking Al's good advice to use the section of the M6 that is a toll road, but that is an absolute pleasure to drive along, with the added bonus of a very modern and rather superior set of services en route! 

The last time we were up north was in September 2020, for Mum's funeral in Kirkdale. I couldn't think what sort of flowers to take to lay on her grave, but then, as we neared Chester, Wendy saw a Garden Centre, so we pulled in there and had a good look around. I explained to a very helpful lady that I was looking for something that would be tolerant of being left alone - I can't get up to water any plants - and she directed us to a section where there were rockery and alpine plants, which she reckoned would fit the bill.  

I chose three: they were all quite small, one with pink flowers, another with yellow flowers, and a third that looked circular and cactus like, and hoped that at least one would "take"!

On arrival at the Hotel, and later in the Restaurant, we were greeted like old friends; it was so good to be back!

The next day, we drove into Liverpool and to Kirkdale; Wendy knew exactly where to go in the cemetery, and parked right by the line of graves where Mum is buried, and we found it easily, next to Aunt Marion's gravestone. The two little "frames" that had held the information about Mum at the time of her funeral, were still in place at her head; our family grave had slipped and settled a little bit, but I can see it won't be too long now, before I shall be able to start making enquiries about a headstone and kerb for Mum. I know she wanted to have one in the shape of a book, so that the names of the four members of our family can be inscribed: Mum's elder brother, Austen, who died in 1938; her father, who died in 1943; her mother, my Grandma, who died in 1985 and then of course Mum herself, who died in March last year. I will make sure I follow her wishes, and I think I will be able to do something about it, next year. 

Bob had bought a little gardening fork and some gloves; he set about tidying up the grave, removing any adventurous weeds, and it wasn't long before it looked really neat. Then he hollowed out three little holes and put in the alpines we'd bought from the Garden Centre - we weren't sure if we were allowed to put in any plants, but as they are so small, and very unobtrusive, we hoped any groundsmen tending the graves might let them stay there. 


Mum's grave at Kirkdale

We then went for a very happy visit, meeting a lovely family who live a few miles away. These are folks I have written to and kept in touch with for years, but have never actually met! So we all felt it was about time we did get together, and put names to faces. What a treat it was! and for me it did not feel as though this was our first meeting, but more like a wonderful catching up after some time when we couldn't see each other!





Monday, 13 September 2021

Nanny Joan: The Day Went Beautifully

Nanny Joan: The Day Went Beautifully 

Nanny Joan's funeral took place last Monday, in Torquay; it felt so strange to be driving down to the West Country especially for her, yet knowing we would not be able to see her and share her company again. 

Because it was a long way, we stayed overnight in Exeter, so that we would have no problem in getting there in good time on Monday morning; we didn't want to be faced with the possibility of heavy traffic and hold-ups en route. In fact, we arrived at about 10.30 and parked outside the funeral directors' offices, and went in to see the gentleman on the desk. 

I asked if it would be possible for me to see Joan to say my personal goodbye? It was, and I went in to the Chapel of Rest to say a little prayer and a few words of farewell. Joan looked beautiful and I was so glad I had gone in to see her. 

There was then still quite some time to wait until the funeral at 12.00, so we drove into the town centre for a little while; Wendy and Al had driven down separately, and we met up with them when it was nearly midday. By then, many other members of Joan's family had also arrived, some of whom I was meeting for the first time. 

The service was simple and sincere, and it was also a celebration of Joan's life. Afterwards, the family had arranged a buffet lunch at a very nice pub; again, I was very pleased to have the opportunity of meeting more of Joan's wider family, and catching up with those people that I already knew. 

Facing a lengthy journey back home, we could not stay long in Torquay; soon we had to leave to drive back to London, but it had been well worth while, making the effort to attend. I only wish it could have been an occasion when Joan was still with us, but we have such happy memories of all those past years of knowing her, and the day was a real celebration of her life, and all the love she inspired. 

We shall never forget her. 











Saturday, 4 September 2021

Al's paternal Grandmother bows out

Al's Paternal Grandmother Bows Out

I haven't felt like writing very much over the past week or two because we have had some very sad news: Nanny Joan, Al's paternal Grandmother, died on 17th August, of heart failure. 

We have such good memories of Nanny Joan. When Al was born, he and Wendy went back to live at her house, until such time as they and Al's Dad found a flat of their own; and when she moved to the west country, whenever we visited her, Joan always made us so welcome. 

I especially remember one trip, when she took us to Kents Cavern in Torquay; it was a fascinating place, and Al enjoyed himself so much. 

In spite of the greater distance in miles between us, we always kept in touch by letter and by phone, and she never forgot Al at Christmas; there were always loving messages then, and on his birthdays. 

Joan was still so young - younger than me, anyway! - and it has certainly brought home to me, how blessed I have been to come through surgery and landed safely back on shore. 

We shall always remember her with so much love and affection, and keep her in our hearts and prayers.