Lesson 1: The greenest field is the farthest away. My Mother Margaret McNee was strikingly beautiful and came from a large family of Irish farmers. She had long auburn hair, worn in two plaits that she tied in circles around her ears. When she tired of that style, she was the first person in Whaley Bridge to have her hair cut into a bob. My Father disapproved. My Mother didn't care. I remember her voice serenading the whole house.
This was a lovely read. I can already tell I'm going to love this series! Just noticed the next one is already available. I'm off to read it! What important work you are doing!
Love the way this is starting, bud. Well done!
This was a lovely read. I can already tell I'm going to love this series! Just noticed the next one is already available. I'm off to read it! What important work you are doing!
Your Gran is a dear friend and a truly wonderful lady. It's so lovely that you have done this together - it is beautifully written. Wx
Beautiful ❤️
Love this
We all lost our moms at a young age. No wonder we had love at first sight. I do love me some Gran from the minute we met. 💜💜💜💜💜