I wrote this post last year for the lovely Rhiannon on her blog for a feature called ‘A Hell of a Woman’.Â My Gran is currently in hospital yet again and at the grand old age of 92, I don’t know how much longer she’ll be around.Â I’m going to visit her this afternoon so I’m framing this to take to her.Â I hope she likes it:
My Gran Is a Hell ofÂ a Woman
My ninety-two year old Gran is a hell of a woman and I love her to bits.Â When I was
Younger, she taught me how to bake and delicious smells always wafted from her kitchen.
Gran’s was the place to go for amazing home-cooked food, the spinning armchair and a
Roaring fire…whatever the time of year.Â When we stayed overnight, my brother, cousin and I
All slept in the same room as my Gran and Grandad, my cousin and I top-to-toeing inÂ our cosy camp-bed.
NeverÂ one to complain, my Gran would work tirelessly,Â cooking and cleaning the house until
It was spotless.Â She saved me word searches from the newspaper and came to every
Sports Day, cheering us on from the side-lines.Â I could chat to Gran about anything and she was,
And still is, brutally honest but very fair.Â I used to go down town with her every week and
Help her with her shopping; she introduced me to all her friends as her ‘little helper’ and
Everyone knew and liked her.Â We would walkÂ round shops and markets, my Gran willing her arthritic
Legs to go faster but always staying cheerful and positive.Â They took the threeÂ of us on holiday to
LittleÂ family-run B&Bs in Blackpool and MorecambeÂ and we’d walk along the promenade or take a ride
On a tram, always with a tasty treat in our hands.Â My Gran and Grandad took us on picnics,
For paddlesÂ in the river, for country walks.Â We’ve sat playing Dominoes, she taught me how to knit, she was
Always there for me.Â I’ve sat crying with laughter with my Gran, like the time she patched my uncle’s old jeans…
With a patch accidentally cut from his new ones.Â My Gran has a wicked sense of humour and a surprisingly
Open mind for someone of her generation.Â My Dad tells the tale of when she used to work in a
Munitions factory and resigned when they started making parts for guns because it went against her principles.Â She’s
A hell of a woman, my Gran.Â She’s weaker now; she’s lost her lust for life and wants to die.Â When she does, I know I’ll
Never forget her.Â My husband says I’m like her.Â I hope so.Â If I’m even half the woman she is, I’llÂ count myselfÂ lucky.