My earliest memories of Nanny are always of her in the context if taking care of me, Cara and David. She was always cooking, and mending things. She fixed by carebear teddy endless times, because i was forever picking off its felts eyes and nose. But she was also the one to play games with us and dance around and be a bit silly. She was such a talented artist, i remember as children asking her to draw things for us to colour in, and it seemed no request was ever too much. My particular favourite was when she would draw me ballerinas.
Nanny's handbag rivalled Mary Poppins. It had everything in, plasters, carrier bags, sewing kit, elastic bands, you name it she had it, and I guess with grandkids in tow a lot of the time, she needed to be prepared for anything.
Her relationship with me as an adult was still one of a caring nature. Each visit always featured a care package. Her and Grandad would always have a box for each of us, full of all the things they knew we liked. Eggs, marmalade, biscuits, cheese, homemade bread, teabags....anything you'd once said you liked, would then be added to the box each time. We would always joke that Nanny wrapped everything in a bag within a bag within a bag, like it was somehow trying to escape. It would make Grandad laugh.
Once I had children of my own she continued giving and this time in the form of carboot and charity shop bargains. Posy and Arthur were kitted out in purely Nanny finds for the first 3 years of their life I'm sure of it. She also had a collection of toys and games at the bungalow for when they came to visit. Fuzzy felts will always remind me of her.
Nanny also had such a talent for gardening, she always had pots of seedlings and cuttings on the go on the windowsills in Carlton Colville. Her gardens were always perfect and full of flowers for the entire season. I remember helping with the daily watering and dead heading. Her gardens brought her and us so much joy.
She was also a fantastic cook, her gravy was one of my favourites as a child, I used to call it 'Nanny's brown stuff' apparently! Ha! She used to make the nicest food, brocoli cheese, roast dinners, curries, and the best buffet spreads with mayonnaise potato's as she would call them, tuna mayonnaise, prawns and all her home grown salad. There was always too much!
She loved music, especially motown, and was always first up for a dance. Strictly was one of her favourite shows, and she would be sad to miss an episode.
She was terrible at riding a bike, despite Grandad's encouragement. She once fell off going in a straight line down the (flat) driveway. She would come out on bike rides though, one in particular stands out because Grandad convinced me and Nanny that it would be OK to push our bikes along the beach from Kessingland to Pakefield. It took hours and we were cursing him by the end.
This is just a very small snippet of some wonderful memories I have of someone who was very special to me. She loved and cared for me unconditionally throughout my whole life, and I will miss her very much. My only comfort is that she will be reunited with Grandad now, as I know how terribly she missed him.
Xxxx
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