I was eight and could not read. She sat with me every lunchtime for a term and never once made it feel like a punishment.Peter Almondformer pupil
In loving memory
1929 – 2026
Our grandmother. A teacher, a keeper of letters, and the last word on any argument.
Their story
Life moments
She stayed in teaching until the day she retired.
Nobody in the family agrees which.
In their words
I was eight and could not read. She sat with me every lunchtime for a term and never once made it feel like a punishment.The shoeboxes. One per year, going back to 1951, every letter anyone ever sent her. We found them the week after and none of us could throw a single one away.The everyday things
Leave a quiet sign that you were here, that you thought of them, and that the story is still being carried.