My GrandmotherI remember my grandmother. She died many years ago now at a great advanced age. A wrinkled, domineering old crone manipulating the family with talk of her share of the family fortune. The family had gone from pitmen to local tycoons in two... See More » (+1)
My Other GrandmotherI always thought of my family as boring. A boring middle class family in boring Middle England. Where were all those Celtic ancestors, fighting Slavs, romantic Frenchmen that everybody else seemed to be descended from. As far as I could see every... See More » (1)
