Granda
Granda was the spitting image of MacMillan to my eyes. A 'tache & drooping eye.

A long-time farmer, he had his right ulna shot thru in WW1, and it always gave me great pleasure as a bairn to squeeze his arm where the bone used to be. Me being on the sick side, even as a kid.

For his grandkids he came across as a relatively benign old soul, but I recently discovered that my granda "had a bike", & there's another almost completely unknown side of the family. All I could do when I found this out was laugh, & think 'the randy old goat'. I only thought this because i was old enough to appreciate the
vagaries in long-term relationships.


However, it must have hurt his family a lot, especially my granny (who I loved greatly). When she died, I took to my bed for a weekend (I was one of her fave grandkids). To my innocent eyes, my granny & granda were the epitome of a couple, in that they raised a family under fairly poor circumstances, and lived to tell the tale.

I have the utmost respect for them in that they stayed together through the good & bad times, as they promised to do at their wedding. How many can say the same thing nowadays?

On the other side of things, he had at least two strokes whilst driving, landing the car in the ditch both times. I should be grateful that I'm even here, as a at least one of the accidents involved both my parents. Granda rocks!

Granny & Granda - RIP.
(Cosa Nostril, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 4:26, Reply)