Grandma Shores and the Bee

I have been blessed knowing both sets of grandparents very well, with the exception of my grandfather Charles Henry Shores, who’s only memory I have apart from photos and his medal, is unfortunately visiting him gravely ill in hospital when I was very young.

His wife, my paternal grandmother, was called Hilda Hall before she married and was a lovely lady who wouldn’t hurt a fly, more on that dear readers later.

Charles had to change from being a Roman Catholic to Church of England for some reason that is unknown to me in order to get married, but by all accounts it was a very happy union.

Charles and Hilda together during World War 1
Charles and Hilda together during World War 1

They lived in 48 the Link, Anlaby Park, Hull which to a young boy’s eyes was huge and in all reality it probably was.  They had four children together, 3 girls, Daisy, Beryl, Dorothy and a boy my father John.

From top left going clockwise, Daisy, Beryl, Dorothy (the youngest) & John, my father
From top left going clockwise, Daisy, Beryl, Dorothy (the youngest) & John, my father

When Charles passed away she needed looking after and so my Auntie Daisy and Uncle Alf, who sadly had no children, moved in and lived in the big front living room.  I used to visit her often at the weekend and she lived in the smaller back room, next to the kitchen, but with a beautiful view of the garden which teemed with wildlife.

From the left top row my father, grandmother, unknown, auntie Beryl and great uncle Reginald her beloved brother
From the left top row my father, grandmother, unknown, auntie Beryl and great uncle Reginald her beloved brother

Much to my amazement she kept “Polybonzle” a stuffed family pet parrot in a glazed wooden cabinet and she seemed to have enjoyed the company of birds as can be seen in the photo below with Timmy her budgie.

I can see a striking likeness to my father in this picture of grandma sat next to Auntie Beryl
I can see a striking likeness to my father in this picture of grandma sat next to Auntie Beryl

Anyway, on one of my frequent visits to Grandma I can remember being alone with her in her back room, while the rest of the family sat down together to watch Dixon of Dock Green in the front, when a huge bumble bee flew in through the window.  Now although I respect most of God’s creatures those that can sting are firmly in the “to avoid at all costs” category.

Grandma on the other hand was made of sterner stuff, calmly extended her right index finger & allowed the bee to climb onto her nail after which she extended her arm through the window for it to escape.

Needless to say my grandma went up even more in my estimations and I resolved to try and be less of an “insect” coward going forward.  Note to readers – this resolution has not been a resounding success I have to readily admit!

Grandma Shores and the Bee

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