I wasn't sure what to expect and was a little apprehensive about visiting as my brother and I has gotten to see her most every day growing up and I remember her from those days. There has been a lot of water under the bridge since then and it's a disease that can really change someone.
After a few minutes though I was relieved. She's still the same lady she was, albeit a little less sure of herself, but I was pleasantly pleased with how well she recalled things. It was good to visit and a shame I couldn't spend a little longer catching up. It would be much easier if I lived closer and I'm sure my kids would enjoy getting to know her. I hope she enjoyed our visit though and I'll try to be better at staying in contact.
My Grandma Maconachie
Mum, Grandma and Me
The next morning, before the sun came up, we were on our way up the Kuranda range towards the town of Mareeba in order to visit my other grandmother (Nanna). She is still living in her own house and appears to be doing very well. Her mind was as sharp as ever but she is having a little trouble with her knees and uses a walker a little. Talking with her was like a day hadn't passed. She has always taken care of her health and done yoga and I hope I'm in as good a shape when I'm her age. Again, it was a good visit, but time was pressing and it would have been better if we'd have had more time. She always has good stories to tell of the old days back in England and when they first came over to Australia. With Paul having a long drive back to Richmond ahead of him and my catching my flight that evening we left just after lunchtime. Even though they were both too short, catching up with my grandmothers was another highlight of the trip.
Dad, Nanna, myself and Paul in Nanna's living room
The front of Nanna's house
Out the back of Nanna's
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