Time Flies ……
I was in a cafe on Saturday and a couple of little kids sitting near a table near me smiled at me and told their mum I looked like their grandma Wow that stopped me in my tracks.People were always telling me I looked young for my age and this was the first time EVER I’d been equated with the Senior Cits brigade ……Then as I realized judging by the age of their mum their grandma was probably in her early fifties .That made me breathe a bit easier ….
Maybe I should have been flattered .To me in recollections of my own grandma a grandma is an elder wise with grey hair and soft kindly energy perhaps with a jar of Hydrangeas on the table doting and long suffering with her grandkids and a bottomless cookie jar
I recall my own grandma Nanny Coveney Mum would drop my brother and I off to visit her . She lived in one of the posher quieter suburbs of Bristol in the UK where we grew up where the houses in the streets were bigger and the streets were more treelined than the bustling working class suburb we hailed from .I remember the foyer in the building where she had her rooms with its regency striped wall paper and its aura of faded elegance smelling of a mix of furniture polish and portwine and cigars.
I remember my brother and I boisterous little tykes we were jumping up and down on her bed and her feeding us cups of Bournville cocoa and buttered toast and marmalade and us having a wonderful happy time and being reluctant to leave when mum came to pick us up
Nanny Coveney was a gentle soul I can recall her gently chiding us as we were no doubt ‘playing up’ on her and have often felt her gentle spirit with me over the years . When we emigrated she became something of a wandering soul ….As she was close to mum being her only daughter so she did come out to Australia to visit us and she lived with us for sometime but her sons and all that was familiar to her was back in the Uk so she became something of a restless and wandering soul moving between the two continents . She eventually went back again to the UK accompanying my parents when they went back on holidays and eventually died there . I lost touch with family when I moved away to teachers college but Mum tells me she lived to the ripe old age of 84 .In my memories I sense her as a frail person and maybe she was emotionally but to be tripping across the continents as she did in her old age she must have been a stalwart old girl. Clearly genetically I come from a strong stock.I always thought given my fathers swarthy dark looks that we came from Moorish descent and for a while there I liked to tell folks I descended from Spanish pirates but no my mum tells me the Buss ancestors on my dads side were big either traders or growers in a rather more prosaic line of business being Fruit and Veg and today in the UK, Buss is a name associated with a prominent well known Fruit and Veg wholesaling company in the UK. The Busses of Bundaberg in Australia were also farmers who made their money in sugar .Nanny Coveney though my Mums mum came from Irish descent . I often think of her with sadness and miss her and hope I get to see her again on the other side .
Here is a picture of her with my sister who is ten years younger than me on one of her visits out to Australia over 50 years ago now .