It’s time for Tara’s virtual photo gallery again. This time the theme is portraits, I chose this photo of my maternal grandmother, a strong-willed Cornish woman. I was six when she died and I did not take this photo – I don’t know who did….
I remember this woman as being my favorite grandparent, but of the three I knew she died the first. I was six, the same age as Imogen, my youngest girl is now.
I remember jumping on her bed and being frightened when her false teeth started jumping about on the bed too.
I remember being taken to the park by her.
I remember the school secretary taking me out of the classroom and being driven down to Cornwall for her funeral.
I remember coming across this photo a few years later and the joy and excitement I felt running to show my Mom what I had found.
I remember hiding in fear and confusion, when my mother broke down and cried at the sight of this photo – I had never heard anyone cry with such heartbreak before. I knew I was in deadly trouble for my actions, that my mother hated me. (She didn’t).
I remember my father complaining that she cooked chicken stew with the skin still on the chicken which made it slimy.
I remember years later my mother telling me that she found a wet hanky in my grandmother’s pocket after she died, and that she was convinced it was her tears.
I remember the stories of violence and betrayal between my grandparents.
I remember that my Grandmother wanted to come and live with us, and my father refused.
I remember a story that my father tried to explain the natural geographic reasons for the river Tamar, but my Grandmother knowing that really the river was put there by God to keep the English out…
I don’t remember why she was my favorite.
I don’t really know this woman.
She is only two generations away and I loved her, – she is a stranger.