Golf in the Wild – A journey around my family

I was told little about my mother’s early life and knew too much of her decline.  In the final months I was not even sure it was mum talking – she had been known throughout her life as Peg, sometimes Peggy but when she moved into a nursing home all the staff referred to her as Marian – her first and until then, unused Christian name, except the family always thought it was Marion with an ‘o’ and I think she did too; her birth certificate confirms the nurses were right. So the sign on her door said Marian; I don’t think I ever really knew who it was on the other side.

Peggy is the young girl in the picture, in the protective arm of her grandmother.