Marjorie's grandparents were her kids great grandparents. Her children had a right to know, who they were. Not to be told it is private business. Dysfunctional behaviour! Liars are unbalanced and extremely secretive. It has been a personal strain having to put up with Mum all these years and others in the family. Now, darling Marjorie has gone, I will never ever put up with the dysfunctional personality traits that flow freely through the genes of this family. They deliberately make sure relatives don't know each other, as stories would never add up. Not my cup of tea!
— with
Marjorie's grandparents from Whitehaven
1778, Harbour View, Whitehaven, UK
During the American War of Independence, an American Navy ship under the command of John Paul Jones sailed into Whitehaven on April 23rd and destroyed three boats. The Scottish born Jones had been apprenticed as a seaman at Whitehaven and chose the port for the raid because of his familiarity with it.
2007, Whitehaven, Cumbria, UK
Whitehaven became the first town in the country to switch from analogue to digital television.
Whitehaven, UK
Marjorie's beloved Whitehaven, Cumbria, UK. West Cumberland Hospital
— with
The first hospital built in the UK following the creation of the National Health Service in 1948
For those wanting to know more about the name: Ead.. this is an interesting read.
— with
Olga Khallieva Boiché - Phd thesis - Independent scholar
The lake at Castelnau-Magnoac in the Haute Pyrenees, France
This photo was taken just after Marjorie and Miles took their favourite nature photo. Marjorie wanted to send it off for a competition. They both loved the photo, that accompanies this photo.
— with
Anita (on the point of turning into an ice-cube)
and Miles (grandson) & Marjorie
2024, London, UK
Hopefully, there will be more to add as time goes by. It is so important, that relatives and friends of Marjorie can read these memories, as they belong, as much to them, as they did to her or those to come. What was Christmas like in Marjorie's household with her kids? It was full of sugar and spice and all things nice. Every single year, she pulled it off to a tee. It was fun and laughter for us, and all, who were invited to join us. Nan and Grampy were always kind and generous with their presents and time. The others came and went. I only recollect going to their homes once. Shelly's family's party was so entertaining. I can remember it like it was yesterday, so top marks to them for being considerate and generous. I will type-up a couple of anecdotes: First one was situated at a lovely Christmas at Nan and Grampy's. It was probably Boxing Day. It was super fun at their home, as always. The adults were all having so much merriment, that they didn't heed to my request that I was parched like a person lost in a desert looking for an oasis. My eyes gazed all around me for an unattended glass of liquid. Stealthily, I made my way over to it and gulped it all down asap. Shortly, afterwards, I overheard a relative remarking that someone had drank her drink, a gin and orange. I wondered if that strange tasting orange juice was the drink, she was referring to. It did not take long for me to start stumbling and swaying like someone across a desert in search of a drink. I was drunk, When cross questioned, I pointed at the direction from where I found the drink. Everyone was in fits of laughter, which made my poor little head bang more like a muffled drum. Second one was at home on Christmas Day. As usual, we had socks filled with treats in our bedrooms. Downstairs were the mesh fake socks from the supermarket filled with sweets and lots of chocolate bars. We were not a family that ate many whole chocolate bars, so having our own chocolate bars was such a treat. My brothers sneaked downstairs ahead of time. They ate all my chocolate bars and my sister's. It was a disappointment, but I was able to see the funny-side of it. They reminded me of Billy Bunter scoffing his tuck.
— with
Happy Christmas - in British Sign Language
Bath, UK
Hall of Fame in Bath Rugby Team, as an ex-player. He was known as Len in the team. I don't believe Marjorie had any contact with him apart for the baptism of his son, Conrad. We were told he was an accountant. He helped Marjorie's 1st husband, Brian with his private pension, which was not paying out, what it should have been. Leonard was able to help Brian get a substantial amount of money from the pension company. Brian took Leonard and his son Conrad out for a meal. They were not at all surprised, that Brian never contacted them again. Not a bad word was ever said about the family in the family. Obviously, Brian must have looked at his brother, Leonard, and thought by the grace of god go I. Brian's childhood was in a cruel School for the Deaf, whereas Leonard stayed at home and thrived.
— with
Leonard Albert Eades Marjorie's brother-in-law
Trowbridge, UK
My recollections of Jean was a handful of times in my childhood. I always had a positive impression of her. Shelly had masses of red hair. Her personality was larger than life. I met her again by friendship groups in Bath. Shelly had social skills beyond her age. A popular person with lots of friends. Mum was the lynch-pin for our side of the family integrating, without her it fell apart like a badly sewn garment.
— with
Jean and Shely - Marjorie's sister-in-law and niece
Bath, UK
Marjorie had been so fond of her Gran. Slavishly hard-working Gran (Edith) cooking, cleaning and babysitting for her daughter, Olive (Mary). Thanks to Gran, Marjorie had a home, which worked like clockwork. Marjorie's Gran had a sister, who lived in Charlotte Street. She was able to help Edith find work as a head cook and bottle washer for a really decent wealthy family, who treated her as a valued member of the household. Without a shadow of a doubt, it must have been incredibly sad and exhausting to juggle motherhood and a a full-time service job. Her faith and the local visits by the nuns were. what gave her an inner happiness and fortitude to cope with the little life dolled out to her in pleasure.
— with
Edith Mary Humphries
Peasedown Saint John, Bath, UK
Marjorie never spoke about any events with Sandra. We saw her sometimes only to say hello for a few minutes in an orchestrated time slot in the lounge. We all realised, she was a friendly person and her husband Mac, but we never really interacted with them. I know Marjorie and Sandra were not communicating before she passed away. Mum told me Sandra felt too ill to see her. I believe they always had cordial contact before. At the funeral, I saw Marjorie's niece's husband and two sons. I had no idea Karen was married or that she had any children. Marjorie never liked to discuss relatives, and she would never answer you if you asked. Pesky secrets must never be leaked from any source. Sandra and her husband Mac always seemed to be the effervescent trendy London couple to us kids with their flashy sports car.
— with
Sandra Anita Peters (maiden name: Calvin)
Plymouth, UK
He is in the British Army. His details must remain private.
— with
Alex - Marjorie's grandson - Linda's son
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