Got up today after Partridge made his round. Feel very weak but going home, thank God. Ambulance came about 3.30. Got home about 5. Les helped me in.
My Granddad is Keeping Busy
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.
My Granddad is Keeping Busy 
One response to “Wednesday 23rd December, 1964”
I’ve been reading your grandad’s diary for a while now and I find it really interesting. I can imagine he’s become much more familiar to you and your family again. I scanned my grandad’s family photos a few years back and ever since then he’s felt a lot more present to me than before, even though he’s been gone for almost 20 years now.
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