Yesterday my mom, grandfather and I spent some time going through my grans clothes, sorting out what will go to Hospice to be sold and what will go to other people, like all her bowls clothes will be given to underprivileged players.

While we were going through her hand bags my mom mentioned that granny used to make them.  I never knew that about her.

Retro

It makes me wonder what else there was about her that as her granddaughter I didn’t know.  It makes me realise that as her granddaughter I only knew her as my grandmother, not as a wife, a mother, a friend.  The same goes for my mom, my dad, my grandfather, my uncles.  How many different facets we all have.

I hope to learn more about my grandmother as a women, a mother, a friend, a wife…