26 June 2012

Where I Come From: The Martian (Marsh In) Me Vol 2

I am fortunate enough to have a few memories and stories of Gordon and Gladys Marsh - my great grandparents on my mum's side. Apparently I used to sit on my great-grandad Gordon's knee and call him "Dordon" when I was about two. He died not long after that. My great-granny who I used to call Granny Marsh lived till I was about 13, and I remember going to visit her in her lovely big old house on their farm, and then in her little unit in Inglewood as she became more elderly. Sadly in her later life (she lived to about 90) she suffered from Alzheimers and I remember being quite offended that she called me a 'boy' when I was about 12 - funny what stays with you isn't it, not such a big deal really, but when you're that age, it's a bit mortifying at the same time.  

Anyway, I digress. When the family were going through Granny Marsh's things, they found the wedding cake and thought to donate it to the museum. And there it stayed until it had it's little day of fame in the local paper recently.  


Upon reading the article, my gran got in touch with them and is going to provide the wedding photo below which is from the big day. 



It's hard to believe that piece of cake is ninety years old and still intact, they don't make things like they used to hey!

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