Lessons from my Nan

My Nan was awesome: a true Londoner, she spoke her mind and giggled a lot. She had pink cheeks, dark raisin eyes, wore cardigans smelling of talc and was always happy to be hugged.

Here are some things she taught me…

She was content with her lot

She and Grandad lived in a modest council house before they moved to a ground floor flat.

She made each home cosy and beautiful with the items they already owned and rarely felt the need to buy anything new (unless you’re talking garden gnomes: Grandad had a thing for those).

She valued her work

She used to talk of her housekeeping role as, “doing my jobs.”

She had set jobs to do each day and did them happily, valuing her contribution to family life.

When she rested, she really rested

There was no multi-tasking for my Nan: either she was up and about with her duster (gingham tabard: pink, baby blue or lemon) or she was feet up in her velour chair with a cup of strong tea (two sugars) and a puzzle book.

She chatted to people on buses

Sure, she told a lot of the same stories, but she was always happy to have a natter. Which I think is rather nice.

She showed her love through food

Now I can’t do this one as I suck at cooking, but my Nan was the *best* cook (especially her legendary roast dinners) and she’d always try to pick the things you really liked for pud (those little rice pots with strawberry jam in the corner please, Nan).

She didn’t worry too much about the world, but focussed on her garden

Which I think isn’t such a bad idea in these times of information-overload and anxiety.

She swore at TV soap characters

I don’t know why that’s a good thing, but it sure was funny to watch.

8 thoughts on “Lessons from my Nan

  1. Amazing and some fantastic life lessons there from what sounds like an utter gem of a woman! 🙂

    Sometimes I feel like your posts are spookily timed as they really do resonate with me. In the last two weeks I’ve lost both my grandparents and it really does feel very raw (your elastoplast comment in your previous post perfectly sums it up). I’m maximising family time and crafting as a way of powering on as I know they would both hate to see any of us dwelling.

    This lovely post has given me a nudge to focus on the positive memories and life lessons rather than get bogged down in the bleak (which is so much easier to do than stay chipper) so thank you so much for that gorgeous lady, as always you’re full of great advice 🙂

    x

    P.S. My nan used to swear at Nick Hewer on Countdown a lot, which was hilarious 😉

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    1. Oh Danielle, I really am ever so sorry for your losses… how heartbreaking. It really is tough when your beloved Grandparents pass, as they are such a precious part of our families and childhood, aren’t they?

      I think focussing on the positive memories and giving thanks for the people your Grandparents were – and still are… just somewhere else – is a lovely way to honour them.

      Swearing at Countdown – that’s classic! Mine was always shouting, “Ooh, watch out for that b***” at EastEnders. It was hilarious, as the rest of the time, she was this sweet little old lady who wouldn’t harm a fly. xxx

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      1. Thank you lovely, they were just the best people!

        I totally agree with you, I’m going to keep positive and think of them somewhere else together being happy, happy, happy.

        That’s so funny that your nan was only sweary at the soaps, both my grandparents were ex-Londoners and were know to swear away merrily! My granddad was deaf as a post too so if my nan was telling him off, he’d just wink at me and fiddle with his hearing aid – nightmare 🙂

        xxx

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    1. Oh, mine were very different too, actually! But yes, we miss them equally, don’t we? I think Grandparents play a huge role in our lives, both as kids and adults. Mine certainly helped me feel grounded and loved when they were alive xxx

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