Great, great, great, Grand......

On the way back from Cumberland, had to stop in to Dumfries to see uncle in hospital. (He's doing not too badly).

So popped in to visit my grandmother, as it were. The top names would be Zac's great, great, great grandparents. Then comes "Wee Maggie" who died of whooping cough aged five. And then my grandmother, Jemima. She was born in the last year of Victoria's reign. She married young and had two children. Her husband deserted her in her 30's - a great stigma in the 1930's. She was a mill-worker all her life. She lived with us for the last 20 years of her life, and died - worn out, I think - at the age of 71.

It's funny how a new baby makes you think generationally....