Childhood memories of my Grandma Vickers come flooding back, all happy and fun.
She had dogs, Vicky and Cleo. We got a pound every visit and sweets.
Many years on, a box arrived with my name on after my Grandma had passed away.
Aged thirteen I was, excited to find out what it held. Opening it, I was disappointed to
find lots of objects wrapped in newspaper. Ornaments of birds, old glasses and teacups.
Nothing to play with, how ungrateful I must have seemed.
Years on, twenty-two now. Life has thrown many things my way- love, acceptance,
disappointment and happiness. Many significant events through the years. I wish my
Grandma could have seen my graduation, turning twenty-one, my very first job and my
home. When Grandma knew me I was always into mischief, into anything I could get my
hands on. She used to despair.
I'm all grown up now. My house, a safe haven, proud, a place I call my own. Unpacking
my belongings, a box with my name on, full of beautiful objects wrapped in newspaper.
Appreciating the colourful glasses, delicately etched with colour, I could imagine myself
drinking out of. Bingo, there it was. Striking green and turquoise glass vase. It matches
At twenty-four, a life I have made for myself. In my bathroom, a beautiful vase holds
bath salts. Appreciating my possessions now, my Grandparents would be proud.