Tuesday, 24 January 2012
An enchanting woman.
I remember my Gt Grandmother clearly. An elegant woman, quiet, well mannered and extremely beautiful. When I say beautiful, I mean there was something about her that went beyond looks. I was enchanted by her.....she rarely spoke to me.....after all I was a child :}
She would sometimes peck me on the cheek or take hold of my hand. She would pick a rose every day and pin it to her fine velvet jacket. Lace would hang around her tiny wrists, pretty lace. She would take tea with her friends, stare at the sky, walk much too far for someone aged 93.
I was ten when she died.
The handkerchief belonged to her. I keep it in my treasure box.