Sunday, 23 March 2014


I was prompted to write this after reading Zanni's post at  My little sunshine house  and her story about her grandmother.

I was blessed with the most beautiful Grandmother ever.  Her name was Connie and I absolutely adored her.  She has been gone almost 3 years now but I still think of her every single day.  She was kind, she was caring, she would do anything for anyone, but she also had the sharpest tongue of anyone I ever knew and she could be a right royal bitch when she wanted to.  Some of her comments still make me laugh.

She loved a glass of brandy, she loved a glass of bubbles (I'm sure it's where by liking for a glass or two comes from).  She loved Bold and the Beautiful, and I have to say, I'm really not to sure how she would feel about the new Ridge to be honest, I really don't think she'd be too impressed.

Four years ago she was to suffer a loss that no grandmother should ever have to go through - the loss of her beloved grandson (my brother).  I still remember the confusion in her eyes, and her inability to come to terms with it.  It breaks my heart every time I think about it because it was to be the beginning of the end for her.

But I refuse to dwell on that final year or so.  Instead, when I think about her I think of the 95+ wonderfully happy years she lived.  I think about all the times I used to jump off the school bus with my girlfriends halfway home so we could call into Nanny's for afternoon tea.  (Mum soon got into the habit of heading straight to Nanny's on her way home from work because she knew that's where us kids would be).

I think about the fairy cupcakes she would make, and the lemon meringue pies.  I think about dinners at her home with Pa before he died where every meal was like a dinner party.  And when it was just Nanny, I remember dinners where tables were still set like a dinner party - she's be horrified that I still don't own a beautiful packet of serviettes and still just throw a roll of paper towel at my boys if I get sick of them wiping their hands on their shirts.

I think about how even right up into her nineties she would catch the bus from her home into the city in Adelaide and have hair done every week.  I remember how she would never open the front door, let a lone leave the house, without a full face of make up on.

I also can't help but think about my own boys and the relationship they have (or don't have) with their own grandparents.  My parents live interstate and are definitely not the doting grandparent type.  Whilst I know they love my boys dearly - they are very much the "pat the boys on the heads" type of grandparents rather than the "getting down to their level and playing" type.  I am however blessed to have a mother-in-law who loves nothing more than spending as much time with them as she can, again, it's distance that often proves the barrier.

Even as I type this I can feel the tears prickle at the back of my eyes as I remember Nanny and all that she meant to me.  I so often wish I could turn back the clock, to when life was simple and easy and I didn't know the pain and sadness that life could inflict. But as we all know, it's just not possible, so all we can do is look back with fondness and a smile on our face and try and keep those tears at bay. 



  1. I'm glad you can look back with fondness on the memories you have of your grandmother even thru the tears. I smiled reading this as my nana never left the house without a full face of makeup either, in fact the first time I ever recall seeing her without her trademark bright red lippy was when I visited her in hospital in the days before she died from cancer.

  2. Such lovely memories of your Nanny, she'll always be with you. I love how the ladies of that era were always so well presented. :)

  3. Just gorgeous. Thank you for sharing.

  4. What a sweet post. Very touching hearing about your memories, and the relationship between you and your Connie. She sounds very special. Thanks for sharing for Sunshine Sundays! xx