I went to see my Nanna, Rube, yesterday while I was down south. We got chatting about when she and my Grandad met. Him and his friend went to a dance in London. He’s from west London and my Nanna is east. They met at the dance and he invited her to go out that weekend. And the weekend after. And the one after that. They were together ever since. They met around 8th August 1947 and he had proposed by 24th September.
When I was young and my Grandad, John, was still alive whenever there was something on the TV, in a film, in the street or elsewhere that he didn’t quite understand he would ask my Nanna (Ruby) “Is it me, Rube?”. He didn’t just want to know “am I the only one who doesn’t get this?” he also wanted to know if he was the only one who adored something else or found another thing fascinating. I feel a similar way to this blog. This is me wanting to share things. I want to know “is it just me or do other people find this unusual/inspiring/funny/beautiful/shocking?”. I also want to show you my work. Is it me, or do other people think this works too? I feel like my Grandad was interested in what other people thought and how it corresponded to his own opinions. That’s all him and I want to know. Is it us?
My Nanna, the famous Rube (fifth in from the right). God only knows what show they were doing. But anyway, Nanna’s schlepping all the way up here for Christmas!
My Dad’s Nan, my Nanna (Rube, ain’t she a beaut?) and my Dad. Circa the olden days, when life was black and white.