My nana Evelyn
My favourite memories of my Nan Evelyn all take place around her kitchen table.
It dominated the only big room in her tiny three-bed bungalow where she raised 11 children. Her kitchen table was always covered in a variety of brightly coloured oil-cloths.
She would always sing ‘Under The Bridges Of Paris’ to calm her younger grandchildren, if they were fractious. And she was very good at playing ‘Go to bed Tom’ by flipping and tapping the back of her hands, on that very kitchen table. This game could mesmerize babies.
Every spud we ate was peeled in a single giant bowl of water that slowly turned to mud as she worked her way through what seemed like hundreds of them. She was adored by her many children and many more grandchildren.
I miss you Nan.
Val
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