Grandma's Picture

When I was a little girl I used to love visiting my grandma.  She lived in a 3 bedroom 1930's semi on the outskirts of a small town.  The house also had a large back garden, seeming much bigger when I was a child.  We always used the back door which opened into a little porch, or lean-to as is sometimes known, which went straight into a small kitchen.  I remember the units being similar to the ones we used to have in the farm house kitchen before it was renovated.  Two doors in the kitchen, one leading into the back room which was used most of the time and the other going into the front room, a large sitting room with a sideboard, gramophone and a few other pieces of furniture of which I can't quite recall.  I do remember however, the photographs of which grandma had on display, sitting proudly in their frames on the sideboard.

I used to love this room; I would spend most of our visits playing on my own with the brass ornaments grandma had on the fireplace.  I often got told not to touch but you know what kids are like.  But I was always so proud of the baby photo; I used to stare at it and ask my mum to tell me what I was like as a baby. The reason why I look so chubby was because my parents left me with my auntie for two weeks not long before it was taken.  My dad had to go to Germany on business and mum decided to go with him, taking my almost 4 year old brother with them.  When they returned they were shocked to see me as I lay in my pram, the only explanation being my auntie had fed me on bananas for the whole duration.

Having been passsed the baton by Trish of Mum's Gone To, I now proudly present it to my taggee who can be found here.  This is a picture of the person in question, a little clue for you on the photograph.