Jeannie –
Our politics and lives may have been very different, but you were an ‘anchor point’ of my childhood. You were the maker of “Flopsy Bunny’s” dress (was this the world’s first drag rabbit?!). Fittingly, that kid’s soft toy and the dress still endure, some 60 years on – even if they are both a little the worse for wear. You were also a continual presence; part of the network of mothers that defined Eldred Drive in those days. My earliest memory of you is standing on the platform at Orpington Station with a Baby Burko en route to a ‘holiday’ – I have no idea where, but probably on the south coast somewhere. Mark & Guy were babies, so I was probably 3. Predictably, there was much fuss over getting the Baby Burko through the slam doors on the train – I think your brother George was in charge! Then there are all those memories of the fluid households we lived in then; we kids really did seem to live feral, between mothers. Standing around the twin tub in 68 with “Minnie”, spinning out Mark’s terry nappies; playing “Pairs”! When you & Stan moved to Wateringbury we lost one of our ‘aunties’ – though we did get to go and stay with you. I remember hot summer days in that garden, archaeological finds (aka chipped china!), walks to “The Admiral’s” place and by the river; and, of course, the shop itself and its smells. When you returned to Orpington after Stan’s death, inevitably a different Jeannie emerged – strong, resourceful, aspirational for her sons. Home-worker, then London office worker. Someone who had the bottle to learn to drive as an older woman. And, a one-woman employment agency! Thank you for that – and for always being there for the folks in 68.
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