Over west

My brother and I went over to Newton Mearns to lay a wreath on my grandmother’s grave, who neither of us had the privilege to meet, as she died (in 1959) before we were born. 

From 1960 onwards, our mum would lay a wreath on the grave every Christmas, and it’s something we will carry on doing.  My cousins have also done the same in the two neighbouring graves, so I guess it’s a bit of a family tradition.

Sorry to be so maudlin, but I think it is important to remember those who are no longer with us, especially at this time of the year.

In the extras is this years wreath, along with a photo of our mum with my grandparents, taken on a holiday in Millport in the late 1940s.