Marjories's sister, Janet had lots of pesky secrets. Goodness knows, what she thought about her childhood. All, I remember is that she was a brilliant mother and wife. Her and her husband bought a beautiful and comfortable house near Victoria Park, which was usually bought by high income executives. Not sure how they wangled that mortgage. Even after they retired, they still had the mortgage to pay off. I know Janet downsized after the death of her husband Anthony. I was aware that she worked as a secretary at a legal firm in Queen's Square. One day, Marjorie was in a shoe shop near the Abbey Churchyard, when she asked an assistant if she could try on a pair of shoes. As, she was trying on the pair of shoes, the assistant told her she could have a discount as, she was her sister, Janet. My mother was so pleased to see her. All families have estrangement It is an awful thing, but if it helps one to keep their sanity, when those around them are losing theirs, then it can be the sensible thing to do -- if the proverbial straw is responsible for breaking the camel's back.. — with Janet Mavis Willis (maiden name: Calvin)

Mum was grateful to her father-in-law for decorating the family home. He was a painter and decorator by trade. I know Mum had a lot of respect for Grandpa and Grandma Eades. Brian could have been helped by his father to go into a trade. Instead, Brian cut off his nose to spite his face. Typical! — with Leonard Ernest Eades

Another hard-working woman with a ready smile. We never visited Grandma Eades much except around the festive season. She visited us sometimes, and I remember, she did some babysitting with Grandpa Eades. They were proper caring parents to their children, and to us kids too. We used to think, they were awfully posh. Now, as an adult, I realise they had a balanced home, it was a bit of a cultural shock to us. We were all treated with gentle kindness and respect by them. I am not aware of Grandma Eades working outside of the home. She was a fluent signer in British Sign Language. I recollect being told, she loved going to The Theatre Royal, which was just a minute around the corner from where she lived. Brian, her son, Marjorie's 1st husband always resented the fact she could hear the orchestra and actors. He must have felt dreadful. Black and white silent movies were his life-long favourite choice. It was quite awhile until doctors realised Brian was Deaf. They thought, he was not replying to them from being mischievous. Brian was classically an attractive boy and man. He did not feel safe at boarding school. He kept managing to abscond from the school and make his way back home from Exeter. His parents would send him back each time. Brian hated his mother for not letting him live at home. Also, he hated her for allowing him to accidentally tip-up a saucepan of boiling hot milk over his chest, He had a large part of his chest scared. Accidents and illnesses happen, she was no more to blame than anyone else. It was the norm to send Deaf children to boarding school from the earliest age. The boarding schools were infamously cruel to the students. Brian fought back against a rotten system. He was an exceptionally brave student. — with Marjorie's mother-in-law -- Grandma Eades

Marjorie/Mum as I mentioned in the obituary should have gone to university. She knew it, I knew it! Being a teenage bride, wife and mother made studying a hard choice for her. I remember her passing her entrance exams to get into the prestigious St Martins-in-the-Fields Art School. Of course, there was no way, she could have gone, Four children was not on her tick off list. She wanted to stop at three children, but Brian had other ideas. Linda got conceived and Mum's energy level was teetering at breaking point. As soon as we were all in primary school, Marjorie got a part-time job at The Royal School for girls in Bath. It enabled her to have us with her during school holidays, whilst she worked. My sister and I had heaps of fun in the school. Sometimes, the students were there. They were all so kind to us, as were all the staff too. Mum and her friend Peggy were part of the cleaning team. It was gruelling work especially manoeuvring large and heavy polishing machines. Like with everything, Marjorie did it with a smile. When, she set-up home with her 2nd husband, who was a self-employed electrician, she would help him with his books. This led to her doing accounting work in offices. Much later after she was divorced for the 2nd time, she went to work in a local boarding school. This time, she was the teacher. She did not do a full PGCE, but she did the essential part to get a teaching role in a private school. I went to that school with her a few times. She was brilliant with the students -- like with anything, she set her mind to do, she excelled in it.

This picture IS NOT Betty. All the photos and slides Mum had made of the family were destroyed. It was an absolutely super collection. Marjorie told me, her husband, Brian had torn them into pieces. Then, he put them on her parents doorstep in Widcombe (this is the version I was told). Marjorie did try to change this version with me, at a lunch party, when I was explaining to guests why I had no photos of my family or relatives to show them. Marjorie/Mum tried to give a brand new reason. I told her the first version was more plausible. The other guests agreed with bemused smiles. Betty was not a part of our family circle. Her and her husband inherited the most respected high spec car showroom and garage in Bath. The problem with inheriting a business, is that you may not have the acumen to run it. By all accounts, Betty was really good at spending money and having a carefree life. The day came, when the business folded and the money was no longer flowing, it had all dried up like the Grand Canyon. — with Betty Mabel Alberta Eades

Mum to Marjorie, and of course, she was Nan to me. Our paths did not cross much after my late 20's. It was sad not to see her, but for other reasons, it was important for me to start a brand new life. Darling Nan was so amusing and kind. She was popular at work with her colleagues and her customers, who were the elite of Bath Society. In Green Street, she was the haute couture buyer and manager of some shops owned privately by one person, who lived out his days at The Christopher Hotel, Bath, rather than go in a nursing home. Nan was naturally elegant and strikingly attractive with an intelligent face. Sadly, later in her career, she started to suffer from Tinnitus. This made working quite difficult for her for many years. When, the haute-couture shops closed, she went to work in Jolly's in Milsom Street. It was right-up her street. One summer, she got me a job working for a woman, who owned a hairdressing shop in Milsom Street. I loved every second of that job, especially going over to Jolly's to get freshly made cakes for the hairdressers and clients to have with their tea or coffee. Finally, her likes and dislikes: She loved dogs. Absolutely, abhorred the thought of flying or sailing. This was a shame for Marjorie's father, Charlie, as his favourite place to live was Malta, but Marjorie's Mum could not contemplate going there, let alone living there. She could not see the point of having a vacuum cleaner, as she could not see the point of cleaning. Marjorie could not cook like her mum. Mary cooked fry-ups everyday and sometimes delicious tarts. Her home smelt permanently like a 'greasy-spoon diner'. As with so many records made digital there are loads of errors, and I am not even a professional searcher. Nan's middle name came up as: May on her digital birth certificate, and it came up as Joan on her death certificate. Even her death certificate put her at 88 years old, when she died instead at 90-91 years old. ..................................................................................................................... Lastly, a copy of an obituary, which I left elsewhere for any distant relatives or ancestors to know Marjorie's mum was special to me. ........................................................... My dear Nan, I should have spent more time looking after you, yet my life took me far away to other countries and to countless studies. It is with regret, that I was not available for you, so I will leave a tribute for you instead. Let us hope future generations will find out more about you, as I leave little messages around the Internet for them to follow like footsteps in the sand. My childhood was enhanced by your love and kindness. My home was a frightening place, as you well knew. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the trips you and Gramps took me on to your holiday caravan at Brean Down caravan park. I felt, I was in an Enid Blyton book going on adventures in and out of the sand dunes and across fields of sheep. Thank-you for the trips out to forests, and the little stops at cafes. You gave me glimpses into normality and calmness. Thank-you for being such a glamourous woman. You gave me tips on how to present myself. Thank-you for visiting me so many times in hospital with all your fun uplifting chats and presents. Everyone loved you, you were such fun a person. Thank goodness you were my Nan. RIP xxx .

Charlie, Dad or Grampy to us kids was a man, who had fought in the war. He sent back photos to his family from Egypt. It was clear from the post, he missed his family every minute of the day. Wars are so sad, especially for those on the front-line. He left the army early due to an intestinal worm from Egypt. He had to be examined all his life for that illness. Fortunately, it may have saved his life to get out of WWII by being discharged to Ireland for recuperation in hospital. I remember him saying how amazed him and his friend were by how people treated him as a hero on the buses with his uniform on. Before, the war, he worked as an ordinance surveyor (that is the version I was told). After the war, he used his skills in painting pictures to work in garages repairing and spraying bodywork. I know, he was highly regarded in garages around Bath. They all wanted him to work for him; I know this from a couple, who owned four top garages. They were so impressed, he was my Grampy, that they made me the book-keeper in one of their garages. Later in life, I went on to study Accounting and Business at a polytechnic, due to that book-keeping job. Finally, some of his likes and dislikes: he loved smoking and a pint after work in one of the local pubs in Widcombe. He painted stunning pictures of Bath and Cumbria (his birthplace) in his shed at the bottom of his back garden. His dislikes were not being able to revisit those places that captivated his heart and artistic-eye as a soldier. He was destined never to emigrate or go on a holiday to those places due to Marjorie's mother's fear of flying and sailing. ================================================================

John-J Calvin - Marjorie's grandfather, whom she never met, children:=====1. Calvin, Charles. R (b. Sept 1915) C106 1271 (mother: Mc Brien).=====2. Calvin, Ivor Thomas, F (b. 1920) (mother: Haynes)=====3. Calvin, John (b. 1921) (mother: Haynes)=====4. Calvin, Terence Manning (b. 1925) (mother: Haynes).=====5. Calvin, Florence, Ellen (b. 1926) (mother: Haynes).=====6. Calvin, Marie Thelma (b. 1929 (mother: Haynes).=====7. Calvin, Harry (b. 1931) (mother: Haynes). ===== 8. Calvin, Leslie John (b. 1933) (mother: Haynes).=====Calvin, Hilda Ellen (b. 1939). JJ Calvin died in 1943 - fortunately the mother (Kate) and children pulled together to financially survive (B/115/299)=====Ellen Calvin died in 1943 (B/115/102)

— with Charles Robinson Calvin

Marjorie's grandson, whom she loved so dearly.

Marjorie loved the mountains. She came with us ski-ing, but she preferred to walk.

Horrible Harriet has been made into a modern series by another author. This original book was read to me and my siblings over several sessions. To my knowledge, it is the only book, which was read out to us altogether. It was about a ghastly child, who lied most of the time and lacked empathy. A bit of an irony as it is definitely one of the family personality traits. Maybe, she read it out for that reason?

Marjorie often stayed in France. She integrated exceptionally well in my close little community of friends and neighbours. She took courses in Weston-Super-Mare College in French. Darling Mum was so competitive (she drove me crackers most of the time). Her third husband Keith worked for NATO in Paris selling Royal Naval Ships (that is the version I was given). He often got his French mixed-up plus his pronunciation,. I had to hammer that home to him. Eventually, he got it after an extremely expensive a la carte menu disaster in a local hotel. Marjorie ordered so many courses, which she could not decipher correctly from her dictionary. In two hours they had spent all their holiday money on one meal. Arrogance is often a bitter pill to swallow. Unfortunately, poor Keith looked liked he needed a defibrillator. He was a good sport. I think most of my siblings would have preferred him as a father and grandfather to our kids. — with Marjorie with some close friends (Huguette and Josette) in my French home at Christmas.

Shelley's parents were the managers of this shoe shop, which I think was in Broad Street, as it was only around the corner from us. Marjorie really enjoyed talking to Joan in her flat above the shop. They communicated most of Marjorie's life. We had such fun one Christmas, We may have gone there on Boxing Day. We had such fun with a roulette table plus lots of other games with Shelley and her parents. Mum was happy not to be doing all the organising for a change.

Marjorie was great at organising lots of fun for us kids. She had great social skills, which was super for me to build my confidence. Fortunately, she organised coach trips out with other Mums during holidays. Longleat was by far the most memorable trip. We had a wonderful tour guide possessed with an enormous amount of patience, to cope with such a big party of adults and children. Some relatives even worked there much later on over the years. Great place to visit. It just gets better and better and better. Impressively managed! — with Longleat Festival of Lights

Conrad's baptism - I remember him crying at the font. We had an amazing reception in an ostentatious beautiful hotel. Unfortunately, my brothers quickly ate, what looked like, delicious food on another table, that they vomited. My sister and I were then ordered by Dad not to eat ANYTHING. I remember the guests being shocked at his cruelty; I was never shocked, it was so common. I felt good, that his mother and other relatives tried to persuade him to be kinder to us and let us eat at our table; he did not relent. The woman in the glasses is Joan, her sister-in-law, whom she had had a close relationship with most of her life. Joan gave birth to one daughter: Shelly Nielson. who was married with two daughters (Bath region).

Who may you find in this cemetery, who is on the same family tree? — with Leonard Albert Eades

Third great-grand-child

A stroll around the pyramids — with Marjorie Longstaff

Terrible Twins - Mum's nickname - they never liked each other.

Mum's second great-grandchild named JJ