My granddad died in 1983. For the previous 20 years, he kept a diary, recording his day as a farm worker and then through his retirement. We are lucky enough to have his notebooks, all the entries in block capitals, often in pencil. He always tells us about the weather, sometimes about what is going well at the allotment. We get updates of how Liverpool are doing and the occasional political thought. He suffered from rheumatoid arthritis, was always in pain, but you would never know from these entries. My mum once described him as a contented man. Who knows, really, but certainly, there is something soothing about these entries. So I thought I would share them with you. We have a few years to cover so buckle up.
Another lovely day with plenty of sunshine, Ladies’ Club Day. Dot, Ron and babs to Ness today. Got a hell of a cold on me. Hoed under the rhodies. Did toilets. Got post for Ron.
(Neston Female Friendly Society was established in January 1814 and continues to this day as the Neston Female Society, although it is known locally as Ladies Club. The annual walk, is held on the first Thursday in June. My sister and I used to go every year, wearing our best dresses. I think there was a fair too.)
My Granddad is Keeping Busy 