Posted: 12/03/2014 at 21:31
My Nanna and her relatives. They lived nr Durham, somewhere, her Mum (my great-Grandma, Nanna's auntie Laura and Uncle Bob, And Mum's Auntie Lorna and Uncle Alf. They all had friut and veg gardens. One of my earliest memories is of going out with Auntie Laura to pick veg. One of them had one of those piano things with a paper roll inside, that played by itself. I really thought it was magic or a ghost!
Mum once got lost on the way, and Uncle Alf told us he had painted white lines down all the rds to help us find our way home. And that we couldn't kiss him, as he was really the Frog Prince, and he didn't much like being a frog, which kissing made him become. Lost my first tooth there, too, in an apple!
And I remember Dad's Stepfather putting me on his shoulders to pick apples in his orchard. (but also remember a motorcyclist hitting the car and breaking both his legs)
Nanna never had a garden in my memory, but had the most fantastic deep southfacing windowsill in her flat. She grew loads of plants there, Azaleas, sanseveria, African violets, Christmas cactus, etc. She was always giving me new plants, but they never survived. After she died, I inherited them all, and all of a sudden, they grew for me. I'm sure she watches over my garden now, and my boys, who she never lived to see.
I eat very few veg, but I'm sure those early memories are what make me want to grow them for my boys.