A pretty teacup of my grandmothers which I fill with roses and keep on display.
Some of the jewels left to me.
A snippet of a letter from my grandmother.This is a difficult post for me to write as it is about my two now deceased grandmothers. I was lucky enough to have them both in my life until my late 20s. They were opposite in every way, my father's mother was loud and bolshy whereas my mother's mother was the opposite; calm, serene and peaceful even after mothering 7 children. They both, along with my mother, have been the main female influences in my life. These days photos and a selection of pretty thing are all that are left to me to remind me of these two incredible women.
Sounds like a good combination of Grannies, Maiden. I never knew any of mine, as I was a late child. You can still see the 'copperplate' influence of handwriting classes when she was a child in that letter, eh?
ReplyDeleteOh definitely, they were both so 'proper' in comparison to everyone I know today, They would not have simply 'printed' a word if their life depended on it!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures and such a sweet post. The roses teacup is precious:) It's obvious their influence on you is strong by the keepsafes around your home. Just lovely!
ReplyDeleteLike Tom, I too didn't know any grandparents. I'm always rather envious of those who did.
ReplyDeleteLovely loving post!!!!Grandmothers are soo the best!!!
ReplyDeleteJust stumbled across your blog - it's so incredibly lovely!
ReplyDeleteAm mad for the beautiful roses in your grandmother's teacup. Did you grow them?
Thank you. The roses are from my garden, though I must admit it was the people who lived here before us that planted the beautiful roses so I am just reaping the rewards of all of their hard work!
ReplyDeletereally lovely
ReplyDeleteLove it xxxx
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