Ernest And Hannah Golden

I have set this up so I can let people know just how fabulous my Ninny and Big Grandad were and how much they meant to me and my family and family friends. These were my Great Grandparents my Big Grandad and Ninny got their names from me initially Big Grandad because he was the biggest of my three Grandads i had at the time and my Ninny because i had two nannas then and it was rather confusing there been a third. Their names have stuck and since then every baby born in the family after me also called them Big Grandad and Ninny.
Big Grandad (ERNEST GOLDEN) was born on 28th April 1913 and died 22nd March 1993 aged 79. My Ninny was born 16th June 1912 and died 3rd August 2004 aged 92. If you knew my great grandparents you would have loved them like we all did.When Big Grandad died I think it was expected but it still didnt prepare us for how to cope without him.As he was such a character and kept us all in line. My Ninny appeared strong after my big grandad died but we knew deep down she missed him and longed to be with him again.I remember going every Sunday and he would be in bed after having his dinner and at 6 o clock Ninny would send us up to wake him up. Most of the time he would be awake anyway but he pretended to be asleep then he would let us jump on the bed before going back downstairs.Once downstairs you knew what to expect the adults got a dripping sandwich and the kids got a slice of ginger cake.It was awful when he died i suppose what was worse was that it was the first time I had seen my Dad cry I cried for my Big Grandad too and now for my Dad but Dad said we had to stop the tears for my Ninny as she needed us now. Ninny lived on and became grandad aswell, instead of the little Ninny we once had we now had a strong opionated Ninny who put us in our places as he would have done she was still herself though always had us on her knee (at this point we were all bigger than her as she was always small but she never bothered). She was the best though and always had a tale to tell.She swore she wasnt going deaf but she could never hear us and the telly was always on full blast the telly or the wireless as she would say.I loved going even when i had my son Brad i continued when I could on a Sunday he loved too and as soon as he started to talk guess what he called her......... yes Ninny.Brad was her great great grandson and great great she was too. She never met my other son Noah he is 2 now and when he sees her photo he knows exactly who she is. '' it's Ninny'' he says
BLESS THEM they are together again now which is where they belong TOGETHER. I cant wait to see them again one day.I miss them both I always will I will never forget them and i tell you this......... when i have ginger cake now it doesnt taste the same as it used to !!!!!!!!!!!!