Up till perhaps the age of ten, if we were staying at my grandmother's house, I or my brother would often sleep in the bed with our grandmother.
She used to sing to us sometimes when we were snuggled into bed.
K K K Katie, beautiful Katie, you're the only g g g girl that I adore. When the moon shines over the cowshed, I'll be waiting at your k k k kitchen door.
What a nonsense song, but I will never forget it.
She did better with the Road to Gundagai.
There's a track winding back to an old fashioned house along the road to Fumina South. Where the gum trees are growing, the Tanjil River's flowing, beneath the Baw Baw skies.
There was more, but sadly I have forgotten it.
I don't know she was a smart woman or not. She rarely gave an opinion and it was rare for her to talk about anything else but family, friends and day to day stuff. Even then she was not much of a talker. She would walk away from a raised voice and never showed any emotion. She worked hard as a housewife and never complained. She was reasonably comfortable financially in her old age, but hated spending money. She never quite grasped that one pound equalled two dollars. Two dollars in her mind was double one pound and so whatever was very expensive.
I suppose she was satisfied with her life. From an outsiders perspective, it did not seem much, but then it was different times.
That she loved us grandchildren was a given. We knew it, and that was all that mattered.