My grandfather was called Ralph, which was my dad’s middle name.
My nan’s maiden name was Manley and that’s the beginning of my Welsh ancestral roots on my dad’s side, from Radnorshire and Montgomeryshire.
I can picture the mangle my nan had in the kitchen, along with all the other old-fashioned washing-day stuff.
There was no washing machine or tumble dryer for them.
Unfortunately only knew one Grandad who passed when i was 6 .Sobering thought that future generations could read something i had written especially my Grandson . Memories are all we leave behind when we depart this Earth so a note to myself to make sure they are happy positive memories as something written in anger could have a lasting effect . Only ever get to see my daughter and grandson 3/4 times a year as they live in Guernsey thankfully technology keeps us close , great picture btw with your grandchildren making memories.
Lovely post, Alan.
Thanks.
That was lovely, memories are so special
Thanks, they are indeed.
What a lovely post. It made me think of how I’d like to be remembered. You always push me to be better than I am.
Thank you, Mel.