Nanna

A year ago today I lost my Nanna. It was a month shy of her 90th birthday and quite sudden, although she had been suffering from dementia for a few years which saw her life spiral out of control. Those who have witnessed dementia know that you lose the sufferer years before they physically die. They don’t resemble their former selves at all.

My Nanna was very special to me as my Mum was a single parent, and even though my grandparents lived in Australia until I was 19, I always looked at my Nanna as my other parent. She sent me countless letters from her travels (certainly where I got my gallivanting ways from) and postcards and presents. She would phone on special occasions in the middle of the night, never quite getting to grips with the time difference. She would visit every year and I went to Nowra in New South Wales for many a summer holiday.

Apologies for the quality of the photos here; my scanner is a bit bobbins:

 

  This picture was taken in 1942 and due to the formal nature of the photo and the fact that she is wearing a corsage, we think this might have been her wedding day. I love her hair and her outfit in this picture. She was beautiful.

 

This picture was taken in 1942 and due to the formal nature of the photo and the fact that she is wearing a corsage, we think this might have been her wedding day. I love her hair and her outfit in this picture. She was beautiful.

  This picture was taken in 1973 at a party. My Nanna LOVED a knees up. She loved a tipple and a sing song and was an awful lot of fun. She is the lady on the far left; I love her rosy cheeks in this picture.

 

This picture was taken in 1973 at a party. My Nanna LOVED a knees up. She loved a tipple and a sing song and was an awful lot of fun. She is the lady on the far left; I love her rosy cheeks in this picture.

This picture was taken in 1992 in Llandudno. My Nanna was terrified of heights but agreed to come on this with me. She would do anything to make me happy. She even managed a wave to my Mum who took this photo.

This picture was taken in 1992 in Llandudno. My Nanna was terrified of heights but agreed to come on this with me. She would do anything to make me happy. She even managed a wave to my Mum who took this photo.

  I’m not sure where this photo was taken or when but I love her smile on it. She hated this photo though and thought she looked like Worzel Gummidge. I’m wearing the jumper she has on in this picture as I type this. She knitted it herself.

 

I’m not sure where this photo was taken or when but I love her smile on it. She hated this photo though and thought she looked like Worzel Gummidge. I’m wearing the jumper she has on in this picture as I type this. She knitted it herself.

I love photos and the memories they evoke. It’s the reason I got into photography. So please, take as many photos as you can of your loved ones and treasure them.

This post is for you, Nanna. I miss you so much x