Talking to my Grandma

My Grandma came for lunch last week. Ninety years old and she’s always been a formidable character in my life. These days, although quite frail she is still getting about on two feet with help from a walking trolley and a couple of sticks but you can tell that she finds it all a little exhausting.

I arranged for her to arrive early, so we could chat while lunch was organised by OH to give us time together. We didn’t have an agenda of topics so we just chit-chatted. She told me how she was happy that my children were settled and doing well. We talked about pensions and retirement – she herself retired at 55 so has more experience than most. We talked about university and degrees (I don’t have one) and I told her about the boss who taught me to spell by throwing the stapler at me when I made a mistake (different times!).  Then she told me about her first ever job.

Back in Bombay (Mumbai) just as WWII was in its final days, my grandmother finished secretarial college and went for a job as an accounting secretary. She took a typing test and was told “You’re not very fast” to which she replied, “But are there any mistakes?”, “Hmmmn, no” came the reply. “I would imagine that accuracy is more important than speed to an accountant?” she proffered. She got the job. She told me that she loved that job and her boss was so very kind to her. She had her suspicions that she got the job as a favour to her father who was also an accountant and a friend of her boss. I asked how they knew each other and Grandma said, “Daddy saved him from the Nazis in Germany!”. Well this was news, “How so?” I asked, knowing that my great-grandfather must have been too old to fight in the war overseas. So she told me the story.

Her boss had been a Jew living in Germany just before the start of the War and to avoid being rounded up he had married his Catholic girlfriend who was from Bombay. He needed a promise of a job get their passage back to India, and my great grandfather had given him a chance. When they arrived, they were only allowed to settle in one area  of the city but my great-grandfather sponsored the young couple and helped the bright young man start his business.

So fast forward a few years and the young man remembered his sponsor’s kindness and gave a young woman her first job. Grandma told me that she worked for him for a few years, until, “I married your grandfather and lost the baby” – more new news. I had never known that there had been another baby, “It was very early, just three months” she said, “I just woke up one morning and the baby was gone”. I saw the sadness in her eyes and didn’t ask any more.

You see Grandma has had a very full and fulfilling life but boy has she had some sad moments. Having lost her first child, she had a healthy girl (my birth mother) and then a little boy who lived just a couple of months. Following her emigration to the UK in 1952, her father died and just 12 years later, aged just 37, my grandmother was facing becoming a widow. The stress of it all caused her to have a heart attack and while in the hospital, my grandfather passed away aged just 40 years old. The day of our lunch would have been his 93rd Birthday. This left her with 3 young daughters, fragile health and no career.

A lot of women would have given up but not my stoic grandmother. She got a degree and became a teacher, she also learned how to invest wisely and play the stock market (which she does to this day). When she retired, she travelled the world and has given a lesson to us all in making it count.

Even though I’m now well into my own middle age, I hope to have many more conversations with my grandma and find out new snippets of information each time but what I am learning from her is to have conversations with my own grandchildren, telling them about my life and the early years that they won’t remember.

And never let them be in doubt about how very much I love them.



Happy New Year Midlife Resolutions

Well here it is, 2017. Another chance to wipe the slate clean and start afresh with all good intentions. For me, 2017 will bring, in just a few short weeks, my 50th birthday. 

I’m not altogether sure how I feel about being 50. It seems so old in my mind and that’s the last thing I feel – except perhaps when I don’t get enough sleep or overdo the Prosecco a little. Mostly though, 50 is how old my brother was when he passed away from a brain tumour nearly three years ago. I am beginning to appreciate just how much his life was cut short and how frustrating it must have been for him in his last few months to know that he wasn’t going to make old age and have the opportunity to reflect on a full life lived. I suppose that this is partly what this blog is all about for me; coming to terms with the loss of my sibling who shared the history that shaped us both and making sure that I enjoy my middle age well.

Loving the Chaos

I feel incredibly lucky. I do a job I love – albeit working far too many hours, have relatively good health and a wonderful and ever growing family. We have been blessed with 4 gorgeous grandsons and a precious granddaughter finally joined the family last September to keep the boys in check. Our children seem settled with the oldest two married, the next one (at long last) in a steady relationship and playing happy blended families with a further two little ones coming into our lives last year. Our youngest is happy in his first year at uni and mostly embracing adulthood responsibly – as far as we know anyway! When we all get together – CHAOS REIGNS – but I love it, it makes me happy to see our brood achieving life goals.

Check me Out

I recently had a health checkup – the ones that you are entitled to at the doctor’s surgery when you get to a certain age. I got a relatively clean bill, “You could lose a little weight” – yup, tell me something I don’t know… In fact Mrs Health Professional, if you were being brutally honest, you would have said, “You should lose a lot of weight”  but I’m thankful that she didn’t. I may have been a little stingy on my declared alcohol units and overgenerous with the exercise and fruit and veg portion declaration so perhaps it’s time to acknowledge that I need to look after myself a bit more. So I have decided that this is going to be the year that I am going to finally get fit – that’s my goal for 2017.

Hatching the Plan

I can remember laughing at my mum always saying “Oooh, that looks like a nice garden centre” on a car trip and thinking, “That’s what old people say“. Now we found ourselves pointing out our own garden centres, even speculating that they would probably have a nice cafe inside with homemade cakes.

“No point in shelling out silly money…”

Once you have a new interest, you start to notice all those things in your daily life. Like when you are first pregnant, suddenly there are lots of pregnant women about. We had Continue reading “Hatching the Plan”

Vango Mattress

Which Blow-up Bed…

Well there’s something I never thought I would say, or take so long researching. Who knew that the choice was so varied? Well we do spend a third of our lives sleeping right? OK, not so sure whether that statistic was modelled on my life but none-the-less, I spent hours a day for a good 10 days deciding on the sleeping mat for our new campervan.

Firstly, we needed one that would fit so we measured the sleeping area – the entire rear of the Stepwagon with the seats all folded flat. Well they sort of fold flat. The seats are contoured so there is some undulation in the surface. We decided to overcome this with a double thickness mattress and a strategically placed duvet under.  Continue reading “Which Blow-up Bed…”

Snowdonia from Snowden

Empty Nest…

Having spent most of the previous 18 months preparing in one way or another, we finally delivered our youngest child to Liverpool University in mid September 2016.

I filled the cupboards of his frankly lovely student digs, fussed about and ensured that he had everything he could possibly need. I cried when we left, he hugged me, told me he loved me while patting the top of my head, then instructed his father to take me away. Continue reading “Empty Nest…”