My Great Grandfather
My Grandmother and Great Aunt
My Great Aunt and great role model
Me
I have been overjoyed that M has been asking dozens of questions of the last few months, but some of them have been a little difficult to answer. He has been watching 'Muppet Christmas Carol' and has been a little perturbed about death and ghosts. M asked whether the tiny frog puppet playing Tiny Tim, had been taken to the vet to be put to sleep. He was trying to make sense of the scene when the little soul is being mourned by his family. M was also very worried that ghosts would come into his room and although I assured him that that they were just pretend and anyway Scrooge had been a really bad man. He then worried that they might go into "other bad people's bedrooms at night" We have had long, rather morbid chats about bodies being put into beautiful boxes in the ground (I didn't fancy tackling cremation, just yet.)
All this talk got me thinking about what the term 'Ghost' really means. When I was a child I was lucky enough to have close contact with both my maternal Grandmother and her sister. They were strong, gentlewomen who had lived through two world wars. My Grandmother was sprightly and mischievous at times. My parents once came home to find her holding court (in her seventies) whilst trying to stand on her head.
In their latter years, they lived in separate flats with the same sheltered block. I used to travel over to make them lunch and manicure their nails, whilst they regaled me with their stories of their youth. Despite the fond memories, life was often far from easy and money was scarce. My grandmother grew up in a family of eight (surviving) children, in Edwardian Britain.
I learned that the five sisters had been Flappers;
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=3svvCj4yhYc&feature=related during their dancehall nights in 1920's. It is only in later years that I wished I'd asked all about the new and exciting 'modern' times. It must have been liberating to wear the new raised hemlines and to learn daring dances like the Charleston. Later, in the 1940's, my grandmother was a bit of a trend setter, since she was of the first women, in her circle, to wear 'slacks.'
Some of the old photos, give me little more than an inkling, of what facial characteristics I have passed on to M by DNA. I know little about my great grandfather, except that he was a hotel porter. What fascinates me more are little things, from the past, that I now see in M. There are certain mannerisms, a slightly quaint turn of phrase, or a fleeting expression, that feel like shadows of those lovely ladies. More than anything, I feel that both he and I have inherited a little of the steely determination, or dare I say stubbornness, that flows through the family veins.