"I have a small gold necklace that belonged to my great grandmother, Granny Entwhistle.
She was a little old lady with bright blue eyes and snowy white hair. She always wore a hair net and a big apron.
We visited her on Sundays. Her home seemed magical and very, very quiet... except for her clock which ticked loudly and chimed out the hours.
Sometimes her coal fire hissed and sparked and you could see pictures in the flames.
When the sun shone her crystal fruitbowl painted rainbows on the walls.
She lit her gas cooker with a magic wand and her kettle could whistle.
She could send my dad into deep sleep, just by talking!
When it was time to go home, Granny blew kisses to me and magically a coin would appear in my pocket."
Florence
