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#16 Posted: Wed Aug 5th, 2009 10:23 am |
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Tambo wrote: anything hand made is special, my Nana disowned us when my Parents got divorced...I went to see her and she came to the door,saw it was me and walked away.. I never have gotten over that.
 This is so sad on many levels.
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#17 Posted: Wed Aug 5th, 2009 10:23 am |
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| Kelly what a beautiful person your Nana is.
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#18 Posted: Wed Aug 5th, 2009 11:19 pm |
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sixtiesrule wrote: You know...that's what's so special about grandmas, grandpa's etc.
They do little things, like knit you socks, out of the goodness of their hearts.
And its so special when we receive them.
These days its more about putting some scratch lottery tickets or something similar in an envelope....anything that's quick & easy.
Its just not the same...it doesn't have that home-style 'love' feeling about it.
You might never wear the socks...but I bet you will never forget them!
And on an edit:
I too never knew my grandparents, but I did have a very elderly aunt, probably the equivalent of a grandma.
She was as poor as a church mouse, widowed, & lived in this tiny little house in Bowral...a cold area.
And whenever I went to visit her, she was always sitting by the fuel stove, either knitting, or mending, socks for her grandkids & nieces & nephews.
I'll always have that image in my mind...her hands were all doubled up with arthritis etc, but she continued knitting those socks!
Now if that ain't love, expressed in its simplest form, what is???
That was beautiful reading your story
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#19 Posted: Sun Sep 13th, 2009 03:32 am |
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sixtiesrule wrote: You know...that's what's so special about grandmas, grandpa's etc.
They do little things, like knit you socks, out of the goodness of their hearts.
I will never forget my Nanna. I never appreciated her when she was still around. I was too young to know what a gift she was. I regret not sitting and spending more time with her and asking her stories about her life in the beginning of the 20th century and about my Mum. My mother died when I was 18. All those wonderful stories I could have heard.
Nanna would make me hot tea and bake some biscuits when I visited her in the UK. She was quite elderly and had the broadest Lancashire accent I have ever heard. You should have seen her smile ! Even though I lived just a few miles away from her, I could never find the time for anything but an occasional visit. Oh, the regrets......
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#20 Posted: Wed Sep 16th, 2009 03:01 pm |
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sixtiesrule wrote: I too never knew my grandparents, but I did have a very elderly aunt, probably the equivalent of a grandma.
She was as poor as a church mouse, widowed, & lived in this tiny little house in Bowral...a cold area.
I assume that is the Bowral in NSW, near Mittagong? Donald Bradman land! I lived in Canberra for a few years and I'd often visit Bowral on the way down from Sydney. I loved that place.
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