7 Comments

  1. Bob Cunningham
    February 10, 2009 @ 8:26 pm

    I loved reading your grandads story Alan.

  2. Jan McDonald
    February 14, 2009 @ 7:21 am

    Oh Alan, this made me cry – I can remember my dad telling me the story of Auntie May and Uncle Tom and thinking how romantic it was. I absolutely ADORED Uncle Tom, for all the reasons in your blog – I was a small, shy child (which will surprise people who know me now!) and loved to sit quietly on his knee listening to all those stories – I remember when I started riding when I was 6 being so excited telling him about it all on the weekly visits with my Dad, cos I knew he understood the way I felt as a child about horses.
    I think you’re right about Auntie May losing the will to go on after he went – I can remember her taking my dad with her to the spiritualist church after Mum died, and thinking there were two desperately lonely people who’d lost the most important people in their lives, just looking for a sign that one day they’d see them again.
    I hope the four of them are together now, watching us telling the world about them and thinking “whats all the fuss about then?”
    ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Alan
    February 14, 2009 @ 9:50 am

    That’s probably exactly what they would say…

  4. Jan
    February 14, 2009 @ 11:18 am

    …..and Auntie May is pouring Dad a whiskey (his medicine!) in the Celestial understairs pantry while my mum’s not looking ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. The Puppet
    March 29, 2009 @ 11:05 am

    I really loved reading your story so much that I read it twice!
    I’ll come back to read what you’re writing from time to time!

  6. Fiona
    December 4, 2009 @ 5:13 pm

    Just read your lovely story Alan. I have a friend who lives in Winnipeg so will get them to look and see if there are any Gandy’s out there.

  7. Alan
    December 4, 2009 @ 5:44 pm

    Thanks Fiona – that would be fantastic!