Mum was caring for her elderly mother, who walked with sticks and needed quite a lot of nursing assistance. My younger brother who had left school and was working with Dad on the farm, was able to help with the lifting, and the younger girls spent years helping to care for their Nana, after school and their other activities. Nana was always wanting to 'go home' and 'see her friends', so this particular day my two youngest sisters dressed up as Mr and Mrs Barrington and knocked on the door. Nana got to the door and the young ones said "Here we are! We've come to visit, we're your old and best friends the Barringtons"! Well, Nana really brightened up, invited them inside, and they sat down to chat about old times. The trouble was the young ones suddenly got the giggles, and Nana caught on to their 'trickery' as she called it, and began to whack them both with her walking sticks until they ran out of her way. I think the girls are still laughing at 'their trickery' which they really enjoyed, even if Nana did NOT!<span 1.3;"="">
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.