A visit to Great Grandma

I'm so lucky that I have my Grandma still alive, In 3 years time I will be forty and she will be 85 so by Grandma stakes she was a youngster when I was born in 1975. I'm so glad that we managed to make Evan whilst she was still around. She was desperate to be a great grandma, having watched all her friends become one way before she did. She absolutely adores our little man & likewise he adores her. It's so cute watching them together, 2 wonderful people at different ends of the age spectrum.

My Gran lives alone just 20 miles away from us in Gloucestershire, up until recently she had a lovely black labrador called Gemma to keep her company but unfortunately illness took her too soon & now my Gran is once again on her own. She really is a marvellous woman, so independent & strong. You wouldn't think she was the age she is. She keeps herself busy by volunteering for many things, like charity work, reading for talking pages - a local paper that is put on the tape for folks who can't read or have little or no eyesight. She also helps once a week at the local school, sitting with the children listening to them read. She loves it, & equally they love her.

On Saturday we spent lunch with Grandma. She took us to a local cafe in Cam, Berryblue Cafe & Bistro It's a lovely, bright, modern cafe close to her house. Recently opened, it offers a selection of light lunches, tea coffee & cake. It was scrumptious - all of us feasting like kings for a very reasonable price. If you are in the area you should check it out.



Oldest & Youngest members of our family feasting.


Afterwards, we went back to Grandmas & had a walk in the orchard where she used to take her dog. We played Billy Goats Gruff on the bridge & chased the butterflies. It really was a lovely sunny day.


Playing Billy Goats Gruff



Chasing Butterflies



We then came home for a quick cuppa before it was time to go & we got chatting about TV. I told her about a show I was watching called 'The Village' - have you seen it? My Great Grandpa fought in WW1 as did his 2 brothers, unfortunately they didn't come home & I asked her about them. Much to my surprise she was able to show me photographs of them both, I wish I'd taken a photo of them to share with you. It was very emotional seeing their faces in these photos. So young & so full of life. Creul, wicked war.

Samuel Edwards - died in France, December 1915 aged 30.

Charles Edwards died in Turkey, August 1917 aged 21.

My Grandpa George fought in the final year of WW1 & did his brothers proud, he won a bravery award for going over the top & taking some German soldiers as POW's. The very thought of that goes against all my beliefs of humanity but at that time, that's what he was there to do and for that reason he makes me feel very proud. Grandpa George - I wish I'd met you maybe we'll meet again & just maybe you are having a ball with your brothers in heaven, I hope so.