I was born in a very small, Welsh villiage, my nan (Edith) married down, lol , she came from a prosperous stone engraving buisness, her father was a master mason, in both senses. My granfather, was a lifetime sarjent major,(army) he retired at 40, from the army. He , started a coal hauliage buisiness, but after 2 short years he had a bad accident that crippled him from the waist down, no insurence in those days.So what did nan do, well despite carrying a child (which she lost)she got a job , in the newly formed home help, (one of her clients was , insane , nan went one morning , and the woman sliced nans arm with a knife, 24 stitches.Nan was indominitable, she carried on, she made jam with blackberrys, she made everthing out of herbs, even a type of soap, if it was free she used it.When one of her 2 daughters "passed" to go to grammer school, nan saved hornimans tea stamps to buy her , extras, satchel, ect; Then when i was 6 , grancha died. (lol they found me asleep in his bed trying to warm him )Ten shillings widows pension in those days (50pence) for those who don,t remember£sd), she was fearless my nan, one of her fave,s was to tell local councillors that they would rust out not work out, (while i gringed beside her, lol despite this she was chairwoman of the local Labour Party, and of the local Rugby club. She found time for fun, by starting her own, travelling group , for "oap halls" she gave rectitations, and "forced lol cohersed others into joining" She was a very wise woaman, i remember in my teens asking her, "why life was so complicated?" her answer was to turn over a small fireside rug, and ask me "what do you see?" my answer was , a lot of muddled up threads, nan then turned they rug over and asked me what i saw then? i replied "a lovely pattern, well, .... she answered , thats how God , works now we only see muddled threads but at the end we see the lovely pattern our life was. That is my woman of valour. Rusty |