tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post7232951262130061970..comments2024-03-28T14:50:57.692+00:00Comments on Corners of my Mind: Granny's MirrorRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04733563829902335223noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-39186396878454212782008-10-06T12:45:00.000+01:002008-10-06T12:45:00.000+01:00How wonderful and in detail you descirbe your Gran...How wonderful and in detail you descirbe your Granny's house.You must have loved her very much.There can be such a strong connection between a grandmother and granddaughter!i made me go back to my childhood.My grandmother was very important to me.I think about her very often and i can picture her and her little house very clearly.<BR/>The mirror she gave you is so lovely,I believe its a swallow between the flowers?<BR/>Thank you for sharing***The Dutchesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417068949346419906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-47946923173040448222008-10-01T08:53:00.000+01:002008-10-01T08:53:00.000+01:00Thanks everyone for your comments - glad you enjoy...Thanks everyone for your comments - glad you enjoyed reading this post.<BR/><BR/>gillian, isn't it strange how terms or ways of speech we have been used to using are turned on their head by younger generations - over here youngsters use 'grandma' or 'grandad'<BR/>now as an insult to older people - it is such a shame.<BR/><BR/>pamela - I always drop a few pence into the Salvation Army tins when I see them because of that act of kindness.<BR/><BR/>robert, teresa and lois - glad to have brought you all some happy memories - even though they bring sad ones too in their wake.Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04733563829902335223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-10383063398589006262008-09-25T20:47:00.000+01:002008-09-25T20:47:00.000+01:00Lovely post Rosie, My mind when tripping off to a...Lovely post Rosie, My mind when tripping off to a long time ago.<BR/>Thanks.<BR/><BR/>LoisLoishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15916674529920779721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-37680989702068605172008-09-25T19:59:00.000+01:002008-09-25T19:59:00.000+01:00I SO enjoyed reading your story! I had forgotten t...I SO enjoyed reading your story! I had forgotten that they're called "trotters" in UK! (they're simply called "pig's feet" here in the US - and most people's opinion of them is about the same as yours). Reading about your Granny reminded me of my beloved Grandad and our special times together. Thank you.Teresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14186138266137470331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-73025130753648658252008-09-25T10:12:00.000+01:002008-09-25T10:12:00.000+01:00Another lovely reflection on life. Anyone reading ...Another lovely reflection on life. Anyone reading you will have been thinking about their own grandmother(s) before reaching the end. <BR/><BR/>I only had my maternal grandmother, who I called 'Nanna'. She and Pop (my grandfather) brought me up. She died suddenly one morning, without warning. I was fifteen and getting ready for work and making them a cup of tea before I went off to catch my train, when Pop came into the kitchen and said "She's gone". I knew what he meant. <BR/><BR/>That was February 1960, but when I remember it, it is like yesterday. Like you, I have reminders of Pop and Nanna I see every day — a wonderful Victorian chest-of-drawers in our bedroom, which used to be in their bedroom, and an American farmhouse clock in our dining room, which tick-tocked away in the kitchen every day of my life until I moved into my own home when I was 22. And in our kitchen, the First World War Army carving knife which they used for everything and we still use today, albeit only occasionally.<BR/><BR/>Thanks Rosie for another wonderful, thought provoking, blog.<BR/><BR/>Lots of Love :-) xxRoberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16299858109689461143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-90296996779088324382008-09-25T02:06:00.000+01:002008-09-25T02:06:00.000+01:00What a wonderful remembrance, Rosie! I so enjoyed...What a wonderful remembrance, Rosie! I so enjoyed it, and I'm with your mother on the elderly pig trotters!<BR/><BR/>The image of the Salvation Army band playing for your grandmother as she lay dying is so beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing!Pamela Terry and Edwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12746603636884819522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11621908.post-48789233847566439002008-09-24T23:44:00.000+01:002008-09-24T23:44:00.000+01:00I really enjoyed hearing about your Granny. We cal...I really enjoyed hearing about your Granny. We called our grandmother "Granny" and sometimes I hesitate to use that name because I rarely hear people (here in Canada) use it other than as joke. For us "Granny" was a term of affection. Occasionally my parents would serve us "tongue" when I was a child and we all dreaded those meals because it did not look even slightly appetizing! <BR/><BR/><BR/>GillianHAWTHORN HALLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13267330479127832616noreply@blogger.com