Great grandparents

I haven't blipped for a while. No particular reason; busyness combined with Christmas and a smidgen of disinclination. There are a couple of back-blips if you're interested.

Anyway, went to find my maternal great-grandparents' grave today. The parks and cemeteries people had been very helpful and had sent me a map. I think they had given it a bit of a spruce-up as mum had said that it had been very overgrown.

Great grandad and Great grandma Crouch were Victorians. However, unlike our sanitised view of the past, they were ne'er do wells, always one address ahead of the bailiffs. My grandmother once told me, disturbingly, 'they may have been Victorians but they were at it like rabbits.' Great grandma Crouch was still alive when I was born. She was then blind from glaucoma and living with my Gran and Grampy. I can remember running into her bedroom cum sitting room to see her and I have her rug in my bedroom now.

They are buried within a stone's throw of my other maternal great-grandparents and their son-in-law, my maternal grandfather. One set of paternal great-grandparents are buried in nearby Llandaff Cathedral graveyard, something which gives me a great sense of rootedness.