The Birthday fred

An odd time, my dear uncle has gone and although we did not have recent contact I am sad.

I think of long ago when we were close and he was good to me.I was living with my Grannie and he was there.

He was 75 when he died, which compared to his parents was a good age. He was, when younger, an alcoholic,he would not mind me saying this as he was a big supporter of AA. He did, in fact, start branches up on Iona and other places and worked tirelessly for other folks with alcohol problems,

RIP John Russell.

It is strange as he was the first of the six to die, I had. only, recently, mentioned to both my Mum and my favourite Auntie how well they had all done!

It has stirred up many early memories, I left Scotland when I was about 4 but when I lived at my Grannies' house I was so loved and spoilt! A golden child, many folks thought my Grannoe was my Mum as she was still young enough to have given birth to me, I did get her into trouble by telling the insurance man she was "very clean" because she washed her bottom every day!

I also told my Mum when her sister borrowed her blouse, despite being told to keep quiet!