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| Nanny Elsie |
When I was little, my maternal grandparents, Nanny Elsie and
Granpop, came to live in our village. Some days Sylvia, who shared pickups with
my Mum, dropped me at Nanny’s little cottage after school.
I loved spending time with Nanny Elsie; I learned to dunk
digestive biscuits in tea and we watched television together. Nanny reminisced
a lot and at 9 or 10 I loved her stories and old fashioned photos. I didn’t realize how important they
were though and I wish that I’d written them down because I can only remember a
few. This is one I haven’t forgotten.
Elsie was born in 1903 and she had a younger sister, Ivy. (Later
on, they had a much younger brother.) When Nanny was growing up there was a
family living next door with two boys around the same age as my grandmother and
her sister. They were all great friends and the two sets of parents used to joke that the
two boys would marry the two girls.
Nanny told me how devastated her parents, Walter and Edith, were
when they learned that their neighbours were emigrating. They obviously loved
this family very much because they took Elsie and Ivy down to Southampton to
see their neighbours off to their new life.
It was 1912 and Titanic was docked waiting for its maiden
voyage. When Nanny’s mum, Edith, saw the other boat, the one their best friends
were taking, she cried and said, ‘they’ll never get there on that little thing;
why can’t they take the Titanic instead?’
(There’s a fascinating eye witness account from the last
Titanic survivor courtesy of the BBC here.)
4 comments:
What an incredible story and such a lucky escape for that family!
Wasn't it? I think that must have been the first time I heard about the Titanic.
So pleased, the way you told the tale - pleasant surprise! Lovely picture, by the way. x
If only we could have known when we were young how these stories would fascinate us later in life. A lovely little memory and a lovely picture.
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