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wicked no blame ever attached to the man. My maternal Gran came to live with us when I was 12 she frightened me. She was a typical Victorian, austere & cold & little, always wore black & very disapproving of me, always telling me to pull my clothes over my knees & be tidier etc. My other Gran was just the opposite, warm & loving a little pudding of a woman, but she & my mother were in constant conflict & "didn't get on" They never visited each other. Dad was an only child & married too young, all my mother's fault of course, but she loved us children & always had something for us. She had a lovely garden & I loved her. Sadly in her old age she became blind & senile & I forgot how kind & loving she'd been. Wicked girl. A death of any-one was a great event. Families paid 1d 3d & 6d policies so that they had a "good send off." All the family wore black. The body was on shew for anyone for several days in the case of a child or young person we practically queued up for a view As the cortege left the house, all the neighbors would be on their front door steps singing hymns & weeping There would be a ham tea afterwards & God help anyone who didn't give the deceased a good