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Welcome to our blog.  We want to help you make special memories for you, your family and your friends.  So we will share the ongoing adventure that is LOVELY LANE.  The memories, achievements, frustrations, traditions, chaos and hopefully some laughter and give you some memory making ideas and hints and tips along the way.

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  1. Who do you think of on Mother's Day?

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    Who do you think of on Mother’s Day?

    granny gibb 2This is not my Mum or my Nan (although I do remember them too!).  She is my Great Granny.

    She was born in 1883, was 70 when I was born and died at the grand old age of 98.  She always looked the same to me – a very old lady with grey permed hair.  70 year olds don’t look like that these days!  When I was little I would visit her and sleep in the same big double bed and she would tell me wonderful stories of when she was a girl – oh how I wish I had listened a bit more closely!  Having such clear memories of someone who was born not just in the last century but the one before is great (even though it singles me out as being a bit ancient too!) and I can pass some of those stories on to my grandchildren.

    Mothering Sunday always brings her to mind.  Granny Gibb was one of 13 children and was born in a mining village in Scotland.  She went into service at the age of 12 – not unusual then - working for a local Laird in the ‘Big’ house.  The tradition of Mothering Sunday has its roots in a time when domestic servants were given a day off to visit their mother church, usually with their own mother and other family servants – it was often the only time that whole families could gather together.  For children and young people who were ‘in service’ it was a day when they could visit their families.  The children would pick wild flowers on the way to place in church or give to their mothers – this later evolved into the tradition of Mothering Sunday and giving gifts to mothers.

    Granny Gibb used to talk about this (although I think she would be shocked at the commercialisation of Mother’s Day now!)  and going home with her sister Agnes (“oor Ag”) who was a year older.  If they were lucky they got a lift in a horse and cart or they would walk the several miles to their Mother’s house.

    These days my visits from my children will come in the form of texts, emails and Skype (although I always get lovely cards from good old traditional Royal Mail!)  With 5 children and stepchildren and numerous grandchildren scattered around I appreciate all the contact I am able to have with them in this modern technological age.  I know about their lives and they know about mine and we communicate regularly about every day things.  But we still need days like Mothers Day to let each other know how much we care and how we don’t take anything for granted – once in a while we all want to feel ‘special’.

    These occasional visits on special days like Mother’s Day were part of the limited contact these very young teenagers – like my Granny and ‘oor Ag’ - had with their family, even though they might be only a few miles down the road.  Maybe we take more than we think for granted these days.

    Granny Gibb only had one child and that was my Nan who she lived with so she was a major part of my childhood.  Her stories were always happy ones, although I know her life was hard at times.  She was a really good giggle and great at dominoes!  I think it is fabulous that someone born in 1883 is still remembered so clearly and has created lovely memories that I talk about to my children and grandchildren.

    Make some lovely memories this Mother’s Day - you'll need them later!
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  2. To Comfort or Not to Comfort ....

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    To Comfort or not to Comfort ……………..

    How do you deal with your child’s obsession with a cuddly toy?

    Diptic (2)I read in the Daily Mail today about Natalie Massenet, Mum to a boy and a girl and newly crowned head of Net-a-Porter.  She bought 8 of one comforter and 3 of another as her children are so devoted – presumably the fear of the tantrums and upset has prompted that.  A working mum has enough to deal with so avoidance tactics are a good one in my view!

    I remember having to cope with a whole evening of sobbing when my 4 year old son lost his pet (toy) dog which he had from birth.  Luckily we found it the next day and he still has it now (he is 39) although it is a bit dog eared (no pun intended!).  Now (I believe!) it s a sentimental memory and keepsake that he won’t part with. 

    Of my many grandchildren they have all had different comforters at different times and I would never deny them the security they must feel with a familiar object, but at what point do we stop scouring the internet for a replacement and help them deal with the loss?  Loss, as we know, being a part of every day life.

    My thought is that we help them along for as long as we can, finding replacements, buying a few in an anticipation – reality of life kicks in soon enough.  Great Nana Jen knitted all of our grandchildren a white shawl.  Our eldest granddaughter loved hers – she could put her fingers through the holes created by the pattern and hang on to it for dear life.  It became a mangled mess and when she was about five Nana Jen knitted her a replacement.

    I would much rather they gave up on their comforter naturally (as they do eventually) rather than it be forced.  But reality is that sometimes the loss happens and you just have to help them through it.  And as for you - a glass of wine might help as you wonder how you’ll ever get them to sleep again!

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  3. How's your Bank Holidy panning out?

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    Memories of Garden Centres (not memorials!) 

    I have been to many a garden centre in my time – spent a fortune but with mixed fortunes on the health and longevity of the plants! 

    Garden centres have many fond memories though – cups of tea, a scone and jam and a wander for an hour or two.  It was a favourite place to take the two Nan’s (Mum and Mum-in-law) when they came to visit.  They commented on everything from giant palm trees (they’d never grow in Scotland!) to the cost of flower feed (why do the flowers need it anyway).  Neither of them were gardeners and would not have dreamed of buying so much as a pot plant for themselves.  But my Mum in particular did love flowers. 

    However they bought plenty of plants for me!  One great memory was the tree (name escapes me) that was bought as a sapling.  I had innocently said I was thinking (really just thinking out loud!) that I might (just might!) like a tree for the front garden.  Before I knew it I was driving home with the soft top down and the tree being held in place in the back by an elderly lady on each side, hair whipping around their faces and smiles fixed in place by the breeze! 

    They may not be with us anymore but two rose bushes (one red, one yellow) flower prolifically in my back garden – I’m sure they are getting a helping hand somehow – and the memories definitely linger on.Me at the Garden Centre 

    As for garden centres - that’s where my kids take me when I go and visit them - so guess where I am this bank holiday!