Gran

My father's mother made the journey out from the UK to visit. She was used to foreign excursions to the British colonies.

Her husband had died in the mid-1930s and she never remarried remaining in Norfolk close to two of her daughters and staying in a residential hotel near Caister-on-Sea and then in later years a nursing home on the top of the cliffs at Gorleston-on-Sea. These two daughters were also to visit us in years to come.

The third daughter had moved to London and the fourth married and made the then relatively new move to Australia, settling in Tasmania.
Gran Isabella had already made the long ship journey to the other side of the world. I still in 2018 have a large wooden carved chest she brought back from a stopover in Ceylon (Sri Lanka).

It wasn't my baptism in the bird bath ceremony - that had already taken place.

My German Gran never made the trip, nor sadly my mother's two brothers