Irish Grannies
Irish Grannies have popped up a lot on here. My mums mum was an Irish COUNTRY granny. She lives in the middle of nowhere, with 2 of her 12/13 (I'm not sure!) children. The house didn't have a toilet, bath or shower up until 8 or 9 years ago, and I used to dread visiting incase I needed to use the loo. She couldn't drive, had never had a job and was bipolar. Once, during one of her highs, she went missing. People were frantic. She turns up on her daughters doorstep. In Brixton, in London. She had made it all the way herself, without telling anyone. My Aunt is surprised, and lets her in. Next day, nana goes missing again. My Aunt goes crazy looking for her. A few hours later she turns up. She had been "Out for a walk and meeting some of the locals". In Brixton.
On the other side, my dads mum gambled, drank like a fish and took bucketfulls of pills. All from her chair. She couldn't leave the house much, and as she lived with us, from a very young age I was well known in the pub, the bookies and the chemist. In the middle of the night she had me making hot whiskeys, and food for her. Or during the day, adding whiskey to her milk so my dad wouldn't notice. She had me hooked on coffee before I could walk, and would let me buy sweets when she made money on the horses. She lived with us till she died, and, when she knew the end was near, she called all the family seperatly in to tell them goodbye. My little piece of advise? "For Gods sake, watch out for boys, or you'll end up pregnant!"
Em... Thanks nana.
But the two of them are great ladies, and not really all that mad. But my inspiration. I love my nanas!
(Beauty School Drop-out, Tue 10 Jul 2007, 16:50, Reply)