Reconciliation with my grandmother took place by the time my sister was born 15 months later (Elsie, known as Sally, b.27.9.1915 d.2013).
My grandfather (Thomas Burnett) and his second wife (Minnie) moved to Cheriton, near Folkestone. We used to spend part of our school holidays there every year - the happiest part of my childhood. Archie kept house, as he walked bent double unable to work. Granny and the older girls worked in the summer 12-14 hours a day at the local laundry (Foster’s Steam Laundry, Cheriton). The time of white starched napkins and table wear and mountains of laundry had not given way yet to plastic and bits of paper. Formica was decades away. Unsupervised we were free to roam the hills behind Folkestone and a country lane all the way to Seabrook. Usually it was ‘hills’ in the morning, we sat in the sun waiting for the laundry hooter to go, then slid down the grassy slope, across a field, raced up Quested’s lane to lunch. Afternoons we walked to Seabrook, exploring the beach and the banks of the Military canal. It must have rained sometimes, but to me it seemed sunshine all the way.