Gladys Dennis (20 Jul 1923 - 25 Apr 2020)
In loving memory of Gladys Dennis who sadly passed away on Saturday 25th April 2020, aged 96 years.
Gladys was born in Pontefract on 20th July 1923. The family soon moved to Northern Ireland where her father found work as the caretaker to the unoccupied Kilwaughter Castle, the family living in the small gatehouse. Money was scarce and the house crowded as the family grew, but there was plenty of room to play and explore outside with her one sister and three brothers, and she was very happy.
Her Aunt and Uncle would go to visit and sometimes take Gladys or her sister Rene back to stay with them in London for holidays. Eventually Aunty and Uncle “chose” Gladys and aged 6 she was formally adopted and brought to live in Bow East London. This was a very traumatic experience for such a young child, and in her later years when she often imagined herself back in Ireland she would ask “What kind of mother gives her child away?
Aunty was very strict, Gladys was not allowed out to play with friends except to the local Baptist mission, and she would sometimes say she was going to a meeting at the chapel but slip away to meet a friend.
She was not allowed to sit her 11plus as Aunty thought educating girls was a waste of time, and left school at 14 to work as a machinist in a dress factory. The Outbreak of WW2 gave her a way to escape and as soon as possible she enlisted in the ATS. Aunty was not pleased but there was nothing she could do.
Gladys was stationed with the Anti Aircraft guns, tracking the enemy aircraft and in theory at least training the gun barrel onto the target. It was here that she met Bombadier Gordon (Den)Dennis, and somehow they managed to stay together through several postings, someone in authority must have approved of the match.
In the final months of the war they married, Den having been granted a 48 hour pass!
David was born in November and Angela ( Mum hated “Ange” and soon decreed that if people insisted on shortening Angela it would be Anna) 2 years later
The family was back in Bow just round the corner from Aunty and Uncle and when Den was demobbed he went back to his work as a bricklayer.
When the children were still young the family moved to Forest Gate, in West Ham. Gladys now had a proper garden, she loved gardening, and occasionally worked part time in a local dress factory. Although not a church goer she joined the “Young Wives” at the Methodist Church at the end of the road. Here she made many friends and could often be found serving the drinks at the Saturday coffee morning. It was one of her friends who suggested she join her working part time in a lampshade factory, and she enjoyed her couple of afternoons a week chatting and packing lamps and lampshades.
David and Anna left home but soon there were grandchildren to fuss over, Andrew, Nina, Simon and Ruth. And when Anna and Ray moved up to Mickelover Mum and Dad would often come up for weekends to visit.
Den's arthritic knees eventually made his work difficult so he took early retirement and they came to live in Mickleover. Mum loved her “Little House” for the first time in her life she was not sharing a house with another family and she could “Go upstairs to bed!”
Anyone who knocked at the door, including the Jehovah's Witnesses would be given a conducted tour!
Mum and Dad went out exploring all over Derbyshire, often finding out of the way pubs to stop for lunch, they enjoyed walking both in the Dales and around Mickleover. Mum discovered acrylic paints and would copy pictures from postcards or magazines. She now had 2 gardens, front and back, she made curtains and cushions for the house and she volunteered once a week at the Age Concern shop in the village.
She enjoyed the company of her grandchildren and then eventually 10 great grandchildren although in latter years she had difficulty remembering who they were and would often insist that she was not old enough to have grandchildren let alone great grandchildren.
The whole family got together for her Golden and Diamond wedding anniversaries and then her 90th birthday but by now she was struggling with dementia.
She became more and more dependant on Dad and for several years he concealed just how bad she was. When he had a bad fall it was clear that they could no longer cope and we found them a home at Derby Heights Care home. Mum always thought it was a holiday in a posh hotel and every night she would leave her room and climb into bed with Den. Sadly Dad died soon after and Mum could never understand why he was not there. She would constantly ask “Where's Den” and the staff became very creative in their answers which might satisfy her at least for a few minutes.
Over the past few years she deteriorated both mentally and physically until she finally caught the Covid 19 virus at the beginning of April. Sadly we were not able to visit during her final weeks but we know she was well looked after and loved, and she is finally reunited with her beloved Den.
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