Pamela Dunn

I love my Nana, I miss her so much. I have been thinking a lot about what I would like to say about this wonderful, amazing and sometimes fierce lady who was, who is my Nana (woe betide anyone who called her granny) So where to start How What to say There are so many fantastic anecdotes, memories, stories and emotions to choose from. How could I possibly condense any of it down to convey just what she means to us And the truth is I cant, I dont think anyone can. I could go on for hours and not even scratch the surface Every time I tried to write something Id stop, it just never seemed good enough to do her justice. While struggling with this I was making some lunch for my children, Heinz Tomato soup. As I opened the can using the ring pull on top, I didnt give a second thought to how easy and effortless it was, but then I recalled a sunny afternoon, back in the 90s. Sitting in my grandparents campervan at the side of the road, watching my Nan prepare lunch for us. I can still see the saucepan sitting on the compact cooker top, the cans of Heinz Tomato soup nearby on the counter and Nana calmly (but with diminishing patience) searching for the one vital item required among the many pieces of cutlery and utensils, the tin opener. The one item it seems that was not packed along with everything else. Determined as ever Nana was not going to let this or the lack of a convenient ring pull stop her. Her Grandchildren would not go hungry on her watch; battle was about to commence. So in the end there she was, standing by the cooker, smiling while gently warming the bright orange liquid in the saucepan. Having (Eventually) beaten the cans into submission with pair of kitchen scissors. To this day I can still taste the shrapnel. Not only that I can still hear her laugh. A laugh that was incredibly infections, especially with children. Her incredibly distinctive laugh also conjures memories of the stories she would tell. Ive never met anyone that can tell stories like my Nana, always so vibrant and told with such conviction. Always a joy to hear. And the best part is there were so many of them, but I would never tire of hearing them ever. I would often ask her a something that I knew would entice her to retell one. My favourites usually involved my Dad getting up to some mischief but also, I recall the scary ghost stories she would tell, like the screaming skulls of Calgarth Hall or the various creepy goings on around Furness Abbey But when I think of her laugh, the story that always leaps to mind is from my childhood and involves her telling me we were going to the market to get a pig, I was so excited, especially as I wanted to ride it all the way home! so imagine my dismay to find that rather than me enjoying a literal piggy back ride home it was and I quote In the boot, in BITS!!!. There are so many memories I cherish From going to south Africa with them and trying to rush them through Johannesburg airport, oh she would not be rushed by anyone, to her following me round on the morning of my wedding, while I was frantically getting ready, trying to get my attention only to then ask if I wanted an old Sandwich toaster Sneaking up and putting my pet hamster on her back (I think she cleared a good foot off the ground). Being excited whenever they would come back from Spain. Excited to see them but also to see what strange and exotic (and on one occasion mildly erotic) gifts they might have brought. I could go on and on and on, but instead Ill list off a few things that may evoke memories in others but are certainly very close to me. Choc Ices and After Eights The Bug Hut Fridge Magnets Evenings spent Playing Cards Teaching us crown green bowling Holidays at the Caravan It was only a pound Cartmel races (with hotdogs) Always seemed to have packed a Pie of some sort Little Yellow Earplugs Her pointy stick to keep Grandad awake in front of the TV. Anything to do with my grandad The list really is endless You may call her Pam, or Pamela if youre one of the lucky few to you she is Mum but to everyone else, all the children she loved and helped raise, she is our Nana. Nana and Grandad, possibly the worlds greatest double act. Neither of them was ever too busy to play with their grandchildren Together at last

NANA I love my Nana, I miss her so much. I have been thinking a lot about what I would like to say about this wonderful, amazing and sometimes fierce lady who was, who is my Nana (woe betide anyone who called her granny) So where to start How What to say There are so many fantastic anecdotes, memories, stories and emotions to choose from. How could I possibly condense any of it down to convey just what she means to us And the truth is I cant, I dont think anyone can. I could go on for hours and not even scratch the surface Every time I tried to write something Id stop, it just never seemed good enough to do her justice. While struggling with this I was making some lunch for my children, Heinz Tomato soup. As I opened the can using the ring pull on top, I didnt give a second thought to how easy and effortless it was, but then I recalled a sunny afternoon, back in the 90s. Sitting in my grandparents campervan at the side of the road, watching my Nan prepare lunch for us. I can still see the saucepan sitting on the compact cooker top, the cans of Heinz Tomato soup nearby on the counter and Nana calmly (but with diminishing patience) searching for the one vital item required among the many pieces of cutlery and utensils, the tin opener. The one item it seems that was not packed along with everything else. Determined as ever Nana was not going to let this or the lack of a convenient ring pull stop her. Her Grandchildren would not go hungry on her watch; battle was about to commence. So in the end there she was, standing by the cooker, smiling while gently warming the bright orange liquid in the saucepan. Having (Eventually) beaten the cans into submission with pair of kitchen scissors. To this day I can still taste the shrapnel. Not only that I can still hear her laugh. A laugh that was incredibly infections, especially with children. Her incredibly distinctive laugh also conjures memories of the stories she would tell. Ive never met anyone that can tell stories like my Nana, always so vibrant and told with such conviction. Always a joy to hear. And the best part is there were so many of them, but I would never tire of hearing them ever. I would often ask her a something that I knew would entice her to retell one. My favourites usually involved my Dad getting up to some mischief but also, I recall the scary ghost stories she would tell, like the screaming skulls of Calgarth Hall or the various creepy goings on around Furness Abbey But when I think of her laugh, the story that always leaps to mind is from my childhood and involves her telling me we were going to the market to get a pig, I was so excited, especially as I wanted to ride it all the way home! so imagine my dismay to find that rather than me enjoying a literal piggy back ride home it was and I quote In the boot, in BITS!!!. There are so many memories I cherish From going to south Africa with them and trying to rush them through Johannesburg airport, oh she would not be rushed by anyone, to her following me round on the morning of my wedding, while I was frantically getting ready, trying to get my attention only to then ask if I wanted an old Sandwich toaster Sneaking up and putting my pet hamster on her back (I think she cleared a good foot off the ground). Being excited whenever they would come back from Spain. Excited to see them but also to see what strange and exotic (and on one occasion mildly erotic) gifts they might have brought. I could go on and on and on, but instead Ill list off a few things that may evoke memories in others but are certainly very close to me. Choc Ices and After Eights The Bug Hut Fridge Magnets Evenings spent Playing Cards Teaching us crown green bowling Holidays at the Caravan It was only a pound Cartmel races (with hotdogs) Always seemed to have packed a Pie of some sort Little Yellow Earplugs Her pointy stick to keep Grandad awake in front of the TV. Anything to do with my grandad The list really is endless You may call her Pam, or Pamela if youre one of the lucky few to you she is Mum but to everyone else, all the children she loved and helped raise, she is our Nana. Nana and Grandad, possibly the worlds greatest double act. Neither of them was ever too busy to play with their grandchildren Together at last

Remembering my wonderful nana always brings a smile to my face. The wonderful summers we had in the Lake District and all the trips to Spain. As a child always knowing that if mum and dad said no you could always count on nana to say yes. I miss you so much and it breaks my heart that I couldn't see you very much this year. Give grandad a big kiss and hug from me . Its comforting to know that you're back together again . RIP Nana I love you x

It was a pleasure to know you for the two years that I was your carer. Ill never forget you and all the wonderful stories that you shared with me. Lots of love to all your family

To my lovely Nana, I still cant quite believe youre not here anymore but I just wanted to say I will never forget you, your funny little jokes of trying to wind everyone up, how much you made me laugh and smile with all the silly games we played as a child. As well as when you would visit us in Portugal and we would visit you in Spain. I am so lucky to have 25 years worth of memories with you that I will cherish forever. You will forever be the queen of our family. Im sorry I couldnt visit and see you as often as wed both like but you will always be in my thoughts. Sleep tight, I miss you so much already. Please give little grandad a big hug from me too. All my love,

The special memories I will never forget of my childhood and later years of my life that I spent with you lovely lady you always made me laugh. RIP PAM love Sue &Thelma xx

The special memories I will never forget of my childhood and later years of my life that I spent with you lovely lady you always made me laugh. RIP PAM love Sue &Thelma xx

I never got you meet you or your husband. I know your son Malcolm however. Given his character I know that you and your husband were both outstanding people who were both caring and giving. I see these traits live on through Malcolm. So you live on through him and others in both memory and actions. May that knowledge bring peace to those who love and miss you.

For all the times you gently picked me up, When I fell down, For all the times you tied my shoes And tucked me into bed, Or needed something But put me first instead. For everything we shared, The dreams, the laughter, And the tears, I love you with a Special Love That deepens every year. Thank You Mum

No words can say how much I will miss you...you never gave in and were always there for me.....miss you Mum...ps do t hi e Dad too hard a time lol

Thought of you as mum since joining your family almost 50 years ago. Your suffering is now over. Will miss you terribly remember you always. Till we meet again. Xx