Last Friday was my Grandma’s 90th Birthday. To think that Isla is 90 years younger is just amazing, the next generation. Many of our school holidays Amy (sister) and I would stay at my grandparents farm outside of Murgon. During these times our Grandma would play boardgames with us, read us bed time stories, taught us to knit & crochet, bake endless chocolate cakes for us and generally keep us in tow. It was reported that one week Amy and I went through three chocolate cakes – incredible for two little girls. Little do you know that my gran is the best cook there is. Even Roy has asked me to cook gran’s cakes like Hilda’s (grans sister) ginger cake, fruit cakes and of course the chocolate cake. For a man who does not like sweets to often my gran one him over.
This past year my grandma has been put to the test with surviving breast cancer. Now on the otherside of it all, apparently she doesn’t look 90 so many folk said at her party. For a woman who worked everyday in her life on a dairy farm, raised three boys and kept house for all these years I hope to look as full of life at her age. We do have longevity in our genes – obviously. My grandparents still live on their farm and go about there days the same as if it were 1950. Just recently gran got herself a little oven like mine to put in her kitchen so she no longer has to rely on the wood fired oven that she has used for the past 90 years. Bless
Here is just a few snaps from the day. I was not feeling as photo happy as usual after a rough night with Isla.
Grandma (mum) & Isla, who’s cute and adorable when they have had sleep?
My grandma in front and sisters Laura (left) and Hilda (right)
Four generations of Evans’s : Grandma, pop, dad, mum, Amy, Isla and I.
Looking at this photos I can see the resemblance now from my gran to my dad and to Amy and I. As Isla grows I am sure we will see more of the Evans in her too. Just don’t lean forward for photos makes you look silly.