Thursday, 2 August 2012

My Grandnanny's Bell

My father's grandmother, my "grandnanny" as we called her, died when I was about eleven years old.  I didn't know her well, but I knew she was completely beloved by the entire family.  And she was a writer, of memiors and an adorable children's story that I still think needs to be published.


When she died, her daughter, my Nanny, brought over a box of things for us to chose a memento from to remember.  I chose two things.  Some slippers she had knitted, a porcelain figurine of an Edwardian (I think?) girl.  Around the same time, I laid claim on this bell that I think she had given to my parents.  I've always loved tarnished brass, and it all started with this bell.  Thank you, Grandnanny.  I wish I could have known you better.


3 comments:

  1. It's beautiful! I also love that you called her your grandnanny. Very cute. :)

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  2. That's a gorgeous bell. What a special memory. :)

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  3. How sweet. these things passed from generation to generation mean so much - I have a lovely demi-tasse coffee cup and saucer from my paternal grandmother and a gorgeous set of glass beads on a necklace from my maternal grandmother. Interestly enough, my mom actually gave her mother that necklace. I wear it with pride.

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