Ijo Pona is the Harrogate adventure blog written by a Funny Little Man. Andy is a freelance web designer in Harrogate and he is also a well-received sound artist and runs a mastering studio in Yorkshire. The Wire Magazine once described him as "... difficult to dislike." Still at my most enthusiastic and naive.
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I am writing this late on Easter Monday’s afternoon — struggling to make sense of my emotions. The weekend got off to a hell of a bad start; on Good Friday my mum phoned to tell me that Granny had passed away peacefully, loosing her battle with Dementia.
The end months were not graceful for Granny B — she was such a proud woman and it was sad to see her laid so low with an illness. She had been battling dementia for a number of years; what a sad, cruel illness.
If it had not been for Granny, I do not think I would have pursued an academic bent towards Zoology & Botany. I studied Wildlife Conservation at Plymouth Uni with the hope of working with the Big 5 in Africa — however, my health intervened on that one. We used to walk miles, despite her age, to see the Canadian Geese that used to stop off on the farm in Norfolk. She was over the moon when I told her I had managed to get a job at Newby Hall as a gardener — she confided in me that she had often thought about dropping out of Nursing and becoming a gardener herself.
However, she was a very good Nurse — a Gold Standard nurse and a Sister, I believe.
I will always remember the time when Granny, the beaming matriarch, took me and my brother and sister down to London to the Natural History Museum — this is what spurred my enthusiasm for wildlife — even if the reason for going down there was to see the Dinosaurs. I managed to sneak through an open door and see some of the private collection — I was so thrilled. I believe she takes her recipe for Seville Casserole (beef and orange hotpot) with her but she leaves a legacy that the greater Leamington area can be grateful for; she worked tirelessly for the regions health cause’s and was eventually awarded an MBE for her services to Health & The Elderly.
When I was told of her passing I did not have mixed emotions — I burst in to floods of tears. But, now the raw grief and shock has gone, I can see that it was her time to go. She is no longer suffering — but there is a granny shaped hole in my psyche.
Below is a photograph of my Grandparents — only Granny Dornoch (on the left) is surviving. Grandpa passed away 1st July 2016 and now Granny B joins him — she will be making sure everything is in order wherever she is.
Dementia really is a cruel illness — Granny was such a proud lady in life, before the illness crept over her. She was the beaming matriarch who would deal out the Chocolate Fudge Pudding to the Children’s table first. She ruled the family with a rod of iron but, ultimately, she was very fair. She had a massive influence on all three of us (me, my brother and my sister) and I do not think we would have got where we are without her encouragement.
In life she was a lion of a woman — age reduced her stature and I have to admit it was not pleasant to see. However, I now need to be there for the rest of the family — God knows what Dad and his three brothers are going through (having lost both their parents in less than a year). All I can do is offer a shoulder of support and bear witness to the great life that Granny Backhouse led.