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That's lovely Nell, I used to love hearing My Grans stories, when she was alive..often wish I could sit and listen again..

annie i can see why you are so proud of her!! my mum is 71 and still works to subsidise her measley pension.she cleans a big house for a 99yr old lady. every day mum and dad(76yrs old) visit us,because they are "bored"lol i too love them to bits and feel so privelaged to have them around still. my dad gave up work last year because mum nagged him lol. 13yrs ago dad had a brain haemmorage and was told he would never work again.but dad being dad,he didnt listen. give your mum a big hug when you see her from me love susie

Lovely to hear that youre so proud of your mum (and she certainly seems worthy of that !!!). There are some good ones around... mines lovely too :) ps.. that mug you said she always wanted... have you thought about trying to get her one on Ebay ?

Helen, You have every reason to be proud! Lindy;-))

I think she gets it from her mum's family. My grannie lost her mum when she was 10, and she was semi-brought up with a lot of cousins. Her Aunt Lou was a second mother to her and a very formidable character. She was referred to by my grandfather as "Mrs V." She'd been widowed with 6 children when she was 37 so had had to be tough and I have a photo of her in a fabulous hat, looking very determined. She delivered the parish magazine in Wandsworth and was furious when they suggested she stop doing it because she was 95! My own granny got a new sofa on the "never-never" when she was 87. My mum asked if the shop knew how old she was. "What's that got to do with it?" Grannie retorted indignantly. nell

Sounds like a remarkable woman. A bit like my Grandad who sadly passed away a couple of years ago aged 91. He used to do voluntary work at an old peoples home - VAT returns and all that (very smart man) and that's what he used to call them - the old folks - most of them were younger than he was!! Bless him. Kxx

You must be beaming with pride. Shes sounds wonderful -

My Mum is marvellous. She's 80 years old and has had to cope with losing her fiance, best friend and her younger brother when she was 18. Her other brother and sister are also dead (Mum's the eldest), as is my dad. She had a deprived childhood - living in the 1930s depression and did without many things - her main objective then was to get an Ovaltiney's mug, but she never did. Anyway, she's always been very positive and optimistic and a brilliant listener. She does the crossword every day, maintains a large garden, does housework for two people who are frail, does the garden at her church and goes off for jolly jaunts. I phoned her today and she has given a talk about her life working in a children's nursery in Anerley Road, Penge, during the war. She was rather nervous about it as she's never spoken in public before, and practised and made notes, highlighting bits she could miss if she ran out of time. She spoke for exactly the right amount of time and didn't even LOOK at her notes. She also told a lovely story I hadn't heard before. When she was working in this nursery, a lady called Mrs De Freitas came in one afternoon a week to "help" - she had one son who'd been brought up by a nanny, so didn't have much clue about children. One day a boy fell and his nose bled, so my mum took him off to clean him up, while Mrs De F. read a story to the children. Returning to the room, mum asked "Everything allright, Mrs D.?" "Yes, dear, but I've just seen a funny thing. I was looking out of the window, and I saw a small child climb over the fence and go down the road".!! Mum raised the alarm and luckily the escapee was captured before any harm was done. nell

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