Blogtober 2020 – Someone I Used To Know

Blogtober 2020 - Someone I Used To Know

Today is day 25 of Blogtober 2020 and the theme today is someone I used to know.

Over the years I have known a lot of people, some have stayed in my life. Others are no longer in my life, I believe that people come into our lives for a reason.

Introducing

I have mentioned her in my If I could turn back time post for day 7. My Grandma was not just a grandparent, she was also like a second Mum to me. I used to stay with my grandparents during summer holidays, and loved being spoilt and having that time with them. I am going to share some special memories I have had with her from my childhood.

Bubble Gum

woman face
Photo by Quinten de Graaf on Unsplash

My Mum would not let me have bubble gum, she always told me I was too young. Whenever we stayed at my grandparents, she would always have some for me.  Usually giving t to me as we were leaving, probably so my Mum would not tell her off.  I would sit in the back of the car chewing and blowing bubbles with a big smile on my face. All the time waiting for my Mum or Dad to tell me to stop.

Baking

brown mixing bowl with eggs and flour with whisk
Photo by Monika Grabkowska on Unsplash

There was never a shortage of fresh bread, cakes and puddings.  My grandparents always had two course for their dinner.  With the pudding being something homemade.  When I was married and living away from home, I would often visit and return home with fresh pies, cakes or my favourite egg custard.

Funny Moments

woman sitting on armchair
Photo by Arun Sharma on Unsplash

When I was about 12 I had an emergency operation to remove my appendix.  I was lucky as they burst just as they were getting them out.  As it was close to Christmas I went to stay with my Grandparents alone for a few weeks.  My parents came to stay on Christmas Eve.

While staying there we had heavy snow, and I only had my little grey suede kitten healed boots that were no good in the snow.  But you know what it is like at that age appearance mattered.  After me slipping about in town, my Grandma marched me into a shoe shop and got me the only pair of wellies they had in my size bright yellow ankle wellingtons.  You can imagine how mortified I felt when she made me wear them out.  I agree they were better than my boots, but really bright yellow.  I was just thankful it was miles away from home.

Blogtober 2020 - Someone I Used To Know

 

 

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