A baby me and my Grandma Clegg, Rochdale, Lancashire, c1959
Today is the 44th anniversary of the death of my 'Little Nana" Clegg, my mother's mother. I have only the fondest memories of my darling grandma Clegg - I was fortunate enough to have such strong Lancastrian family roots and memories from my grandparents on both sides. Hannah had quite a life - leaving school at "part-time" before the Great War to work in the cotton mills in Rochdale - from a family of publicans she eventually ran a fish and chip shop. William - Bill - Clegg, her husband had served in the First War, being gassed and dying in 1965 from the effects on his lungs of that and cotton dust. Hannah lost his pension - and had to go back to work, as a school dinner lady. Hannah and William lost their only son Jack in WW2 in Belgium in 1945 - my mother is still with us. A story of typical Lancastrian industrial grind - but they always seemed irrespressively stoic and the tales, and jokes, and laughter I still recall with immense fondness. This is me around 1959 in the front door of no.3 Charlotte Street, Rochdale with my Grandma Clegg. My mum and I were living their as my father was away at sea in the Far East as he was in the Royla Navy at the time.
A baby me and my Grandma Clegg, Rochdale, Lancashire, c1959
Today is the 44th anniversary of the death of my 'Little Nana" Clegg, my mother's mother. I have only the fondest memories of my darling grandma Clegg - I was fortunate enough to have such strong Lancastrian family roots and memories from my grandparents on both sides. Hannah had quite a life - leaving school at "part-time" before the Great War to work in the cotton mills in Rochdale - from a family of publicans she eventually ran a fish and chip shop. William - Bill - Clegg, her husband had served in the First War, being gassed and dying in 1965 from the effects on his lungs of that and cotton dust. Hannah lost his pension - and had to go back to work, as a school dinner lady. Hannah and William lost their only son Jack in WW2 in Belgium in 1945 - my mother is still with us. A story of typical Lancastrian industrial grind - but they always seemed irrespressively stoic and the tales, and jokes, and laughter I still recall with immense fondness. This is me around 1959 in the front door of no.3 Charlotte Street, Rochdale with my Grandma Clegg. My mum and I were living their as my father was away at sea in the Far East as he was in the Royla Navy at the time.