The Rose of Tralee

This is my little contribution to St Patrick's Day.  Not quite what I had intended to post, but sometimes things just don't go the way you want them to!

The handwriting is that of my husband's great-grandmother.  We have a little notebook which belonged to her and in it she has written out a few of her favourite poems and songs.  She even practiced writing her married name - its quite sweet. 

Her father came to Greenock from Ireland in the mid 19^th century - as did many others.  My father's ancestors came over here about the same time.

This is in memory of all those who had to leave their beloved country and for the great things they accomplished in their adopted lands.

Love, Liz

My Granny

This is Lizzie - my Granny.

Lizzie - photo taken early 1950s

She was born in 1902 and died in 1997.

She and my Granda had a hard life, but they were wonderful people.

As I was looking at these photos recently, I noticed her handbag and had a rummage to find where I had put it.  I was given this handbag to play with when I was young.  I loved it because it made me feel grownup and the horse emblem used to be quite shiny. 

I would polish it when I was polishing my Brownie badge!

I hope one day (God willing) to have a grand-daughter that I can pass the bag on to.  I will also give her the photograph and tell her lovely stories about my Gran.

My lovely Gran!

Love, Liz

I was going to call this post "The Old Bag", but I thought that perhaps someone would not read it through and think the old bag was my Gran.  She'd have had something to say about that! (ha ha)