Happy Memories

One day last week I walked to work, thankfully it was not raining, as we headed into a cooler phase before the rain came back again.

Ahead of me I spotted two teenage girls, probably about 13 years old or so, dressed in a school uniform with bulging rucksacks standing with an elderly lady who was holding a purse. The lady extracted something, probably money and handed it to one of the girls, who in turn gave the lady a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The girls walked on, possibly to school and the lady in the opposite direction.

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My mind cast back to three decades ago, when my Grandmother would often pass me a pound note, yes they were pound notes then not coins and tell me to get myself something. Even in my teenage years I would save the money and buy a book.

I loved nothing more than heading to Smiths in the High Street and wandering along the bookshelves and every so often bringing a book, lovingly selected home.

The memories kept me company as I continued my short journey and I was acutely aware of how much I miss my Grandmother, her wisdom, practicality, laughter and presence. Her ability to simply be aware when something was wrong or troubling me. I miss being able to talk with her and discuss my decisions and share a joke or two.

About Julie Goucher

Genealogist, Author, Presenter, native Guildfordian, avid note taker and journal writer. Lover of Books, Stationery & History; Surnames, Butcher & Orlando One-Name Studies. Pharos Tutor for all One-Name Studies/surname courses as well as Researching Ancestors from Continental Europe.
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2 Responses to Happy Memories

  1. Jeremy Bates says:

    So were the kids selling hugs and kisses? lol Yeah, you don't often see those things occur anymore. Hopefully, it was her grandchildren. Bundle up over there! Meanwhile, at 95 degrees, I am un-bundling. Cheers!


  2. Cathy says:

    Thank you for sharing this anecdote Julie. It is amazing how these situations happen that remind us of times from our own past.


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