I didn't know any of my grandparents really well - Grandfather Pfeffer died the year before I was born and Grandfather Vellacott when I was a few months old. My grandmothers didn't play a big part in my life but I remember them with love. Grandma Julia, after whom I was named, was unwell for the nine years I knew her, but I remember her as being kind and loving. I treasure a letter she wrote to me on my 7th birthday.
Gran Pfeffer, Mum's mother, played a bigger role. Some of we kids spent holidays at her place in Wynnum and I wrote about this for the Able 'Senior Stories 2022' collection. The writers retain copyright of their work so I'm sharing the story here.
My mother was eighth in a family of ten; it was a close family and all the aunts, uncles and cousins often met up at Gran's place.
It's a shame this photo isn't in colour so you could appreciate my bright blue 'towelling' shoes. I loved them.
Gran Emilie wasn't a typical Gran but we looked forward all year to our holidays there. I'll let my story tell you all about it. Hope you enjoy the short read.