I knew my great grandma very well, she lived until I was about 11 I think. My dad was very close to her and the favourite of her grandchildren. She was incredibly active, always on the go, running errands and popping in and out. A tiny, bright woman, always immaculate in dress and hair, with a brooch and a hat, and shiny shoes!
She was an ARP warden during WW2 and went out during the Clydebank blitz whilst my gran, her daughter, stayed at home to look after grandma's husband who suffered from shell shock - he had been gassed during WW1 and never recovered from his horrendous experiences in the trenches, poor man. He died young, before the war ended.
She was also a great, great grandma! Her son emigrated to Australia in the 50s and had a large family and she had great, great children in Perth, Aus.
I inherited her jewellery box, and it contains a tiny thumb-sized photograph of some Victorian ladies, who were her mother and aunts I think. She told me their names once but I only remember one - Sadie. The mirrors have fogged over and fallen out, but the ballerina still turns and plays music - I've thought about approaching "The Repair Shed" to get it fixed up.
You've brought back some lovely memories with this thread, thanks OP!