Tales you grandma told you.

[G G Jean]

I used to stay with Nanny Pem in her two bedroom [one bedroom and a box] in her back to back in Franchise street. 3 back of 36 to be precise. She told me of the day in the winter her lovely black cat went missing. In those days winters were winters. She had put her dinner on low in the oven [probably the cheapest meat to slow cook] and went to work where she was in service. When she came back it didn't smell like her usual food. The poor cat must have somehow got into the old cooker and died a not very nice death. Met up with my brother on Wednesday and he can remember it happening. Jean.

 

[Mayfield]

Jean - Why, oh why, do I find this very sad story amusing?

 

[Wendy]

Oh dear Jean how awful. It reminds me of a nursery rhyme my mother used to say to me.

Pussycat mole jumped over the coal
And in her best pettycoat she burnt a big hole
Poor pussycat mole could have no more milk
Untill her best pettycoat was mended with silk.

Does anyone else remember this nursery rhyme?

 

[G G Jean]

It's funny isn't it Wendy all those years ago things stay with you. Jean.

 

[G G Jean]

Another thing my nan told me was that she used to have awful headaches and thought the cause was her long black hair that she used to be able to sit on. My mom used to brush it for her and one day while doing so nan fell asleep. Mom crept and got a pair of scissors and began cutting nans hair. She woke up to find a big chunk had gone so she had to finish the job herself. Jean.