When I was about five or six, I met my great gran for the first time. She didn’t live far away (20 miles or so) but she didn’t drive and nobody in the family had a car, so I’d never met her before. It was a nice summers day, I was in my Nan’s garden because my mum was working.
My Nan had some old wooden chairs probably passed down through the years. She couldnt afford garden furniture, so in the summer she would put these kitchen chairs in the garden and I would always sit on a rug on the floor.
My great gran wasn’t much of a conversationalist, as it turned out, my Nan had gone into the house and she’d been gone for quite a while - great gran just sat on a wooden chair in the corner and watched me playing on the rug, she was quite serious looking and also not really dressed for what was quite a warm day. I eventually went into the house because to me she was a stranger and she didn’t seem to want to talk to me, so it was a bit odd.
Years later, as an adult, i mentioned her to my mum because we were looking at family photos. Specifically we were looking at a photo of her dad, and I could see the family resemblance from the time I’d met my great gran (his mother). My mum was confused and said I’d never met her, I explained she visited one summer while my mum was working.
You can work out the rest. She had died years before I supposedly met her. She had been wearing a long grey skirt and white blouse, totally unsuited to the summer weather. My mum said I’d described her perfectly.
I still can’t remember how I knew she was my great gran, but I definitely knew.