I’ve been thinking hard about this writing prompt of Rarasaur’s. Her prompts have that effect on me. I have taken part in a number of her prompt for the promptless challenges, writing about concepts I had never heard of previously. She stretches a blogger’s intellectual muscles.
So whose point of view should I describe myself from?
My maternal grandfather was born in the year of Queen Victoria’s Golden Jubilee. He returned from WW1, travelled a few hundred miles from his birthplace in search of work and found someone to marry. To cut a long story short I was his first grandchild born when his wife was almost seventy years old. (He was a few years younger.)
I did not see him often, because Mum had moved a long way from her childhood home to marry Dad.
Grandad was a man of few words, but with an impish sense of humour. He had worked hard all his life and was still a keen gardener in his old age. Mum seemed to value his opinions and remember what he said about me. She wrote home once a week as they never had a telephone. No doubt they read about our lives and achievements.
The few comments Grandad made about me indicated that I was a worker – I was helping with a food preparation task about which Mum and I disagree. I thought I was shelling peas, but Mum’s memory is different. There is no-one left to consult about this. Have you noticed how people’s memories can play tricks on them and the same incident is recalled in a completely different way? She was probably right and we were preparing fruit for home-made wine.
One summer holiday I had a project (involving research and writing) to work on for school. I took it with me on our week’s visit to these grandparents. Grandad made a comment, as I was sitting at the table engrossed in my work. I can’t remember it verbatim, but it indicated that he thought I was in my element.
He enjoyed a game of cards (whist, cribbage or Newmarket) or dominoes, but would never play for money, claiming that took all the pleasure from it. I suppose he would have been described as the strong silent type. He did make a few comments about my experimentation with fashion in my teens, notably dangling clip-on earrings. The one Mum quotes seems wise to us: “It’s no use saying aught!”