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My Grandma’s cottage is a museum now; clean and full of curiosities that visitors point at. Her blackened kettle and the old iron shine as if new.
She was a small woman, but resilient, strong and religiously devout. Like my grandfather and father, I would shake in terror when she called us for dinner.
She rapped our knuckles with the spoon if any hands, faces or finger nails showed traces of lead dust. We prayed, thankful for our cleanliness and our daily bread.
Grandma believed that personal pride was above poverty, and every home in our community washed their steps.
This week’s photograph remined me of my visits to Wanlockhead – now a tourist/museum site.