Jacqueline, I think they were typical of that era and of their 'class'. My grandad worked in a cement factory and also delivering coal but I always regarded him as a very intelligent man, just had no education. He kept an allotment, mended watches and clocks for other village folk also put dolls back together again etc! A real countryman. My granma was in service as a tweenie (a maid who worked between the kitchen and the parlour) and then devoted her life to her family. She lived to 91. (And now I have nearly written an essay!)
You are right - she did laugh a lot. My dad made a Christmas tape one year. I remember reciting The Listeners by Walter de La Mare (with great drama): grandad said nothing, absolutely nothing and granma dissolved into laughter punctuated every so often with an 'I can't!'
I'm going to look that out tomorrow, thank you for stirring up memories!
@quietpurplehaze Yes I am actually Hazel, I thought they might be younger than that as everyone looked much older than they do now! She is three years younger than me though so I think I have a slight edge perhaps! We dress younger now I think, hopefully have great advantage in much freer lives! They both have lovely faces! Thanks for posting!
Thanks, Babs, and David, never thought of that. We did use to do those slideshows!
Jacqueline, I think they were typical of that era and of their 'class'. My grandad worked in a cement factory and also delivering coal but I always regarded him as a very intelligent man, just had no education. He kept an allotment, mended watches and clocks for other village folk also put dolls back together again etc! A real countryman. My granma was in service as a tweenie (a maid who worked between the kitchen and the parlour) and then devoted her life to her family. She lived to 91. (And now I have nearly written an essay!)
p.s. A photo of the same grandparents which I think is their wedding photo: https://365project.org/quietpurplehaze/add-ins/2012-08-13
You are right - she did laugh a lot. My dad made a Christmas tape one year. I remember reciting The Listeners by Walter de La Mare (with great drama): grandad said nothing, absolutely nothing and granma dissolved into laughter punctuated every so often with an 'I can't!'
I'm going to look that out tomorrow, thank you for stirring up memories!
You have me reaching for the family tree: he was 76 amd she was 73. Surprised?!
My granma lived to be 91!
Thank you for a lovely comment.