I had a conversation today with a friend who told me about a ring that she wears all the time, it belonged to her Grandma and when she passed away she inherited the ring. I also have 2 diamond rings and a pair of diamond earrings that once belonged to my Grandma and it got me thinking about how many young girls/women are walking around wearing jewellery that has been passed down to them by generations that have passed.
There must be so many stories behind the pieces of jewellery and the people who owned them so I decided to share some memories about my Grandma.
Grandma Joyce passed away in 2011 just before new year, she was 84 and had a wonderful spirit about her even up until the last time I saw her (about 2 weeks before she died) She never failed to put a smile on my face.
The kind of woman who told it like it was, and no one would dare challenge her because most of the time she was right! She was an excellent baker and cook, some of my fondest memories are of "Lucky Bags" which were just sandwich bags filled with sweets, chocolates and buns that she had made especially for me and my sister. We would eat most of it in the car on the way home and be full of beans before bed! Im sure my mum was grateful! I can still remember what her chocolate buns tasted like even the icing, it was divine!
She had so many phrases which my family and I quote all the time like "eee arent you droll" which meant "arent you funny" and when we talk about her we laugh ALOT because she was the most droll person I have ever met.
Growing up I remember her having a passion for shoes and she used to let me totter around in her slingbacked white sandals to take the rubbish out! - I suppose it was a good way of getting a horrible job done and keeping me entertained. I blame her for my love of expensive well crafted footwear!
I remember visiting my grandparents on their holidays, they used to visit filey every year and get a beach hut and enjoy the great british summertime back when every day was sunny and a bit of rain never hurt anyone. Infact theres a photo of me wearing my dads trainers, holding my grandads walking stick and wearing only a pink sailor hat and my knickers posing and entertaining everyone with my sillyness. (I wont show you the photo its awful!) I always felt quite encouraged to be myself and do whatever I wanted by my grandma, which is probably why I got away with alot!
As I got older I would love going to visit her on my own, having some one to one time with her was my favourite, I would have her full attention and I could ask her all sorts about her life which I never really asked her or spoke to her about when anyone else was around.
I used to write to her alot when I lived in the middle east, she used to buy me "shout" magazine and post 3 or 4 magazins at a time all the way to bahrain for me with little letters from her because she knew I liked the magazine and i'd pick out a lovely card that I knew she would like and i'd write her a note to say thank you. She loved receiving letters, anything in the post is better than a bill or junk mail!
I suppose the point of this blog is that no matter how old I get I feel like the jewellery I wear on a daily basis will encourage me to never forget what a wonderful, loving and amazing person my little grandma joyce was (she was about 4'11) The last time I saw her before she passed away she turned to my dad and said "Isnt she bonny" and when I feel like things are getting a bit too much in life, I look down at my finger at the ring im wearing and I can hear her say "Dont be a silly begger our'annah"
Feel free to use the comments box to share a memory, I really do love hearing other peoples stories
Night xx