jean gold allan: 1915 - 2007

my grandma, jean gold allan, passed away late last night.

she was a lady with a wicked tale, a mischevious smile and a face that coyly said "what?" when you caught her out (hmmm, like grandmother?) she was also generous, slightly innocent and full of unquestioning love. and she told amazing stories of dating married men who rode motorbikes, took her to dances at the church hall and lied about their wifes, still aghast at the scandal of it over 60 years later.

i'll see you when the roses bloom again.