When I first started blogging I joined in with a series called Little Legacy, created by Penny (Parentshaped) as way of sharing the little things that helped her remember her mum and the legacy of her in present day. As I had lost my mum a couple of years previously too I found it such a helpful way of working through my grief. Due to their personal nature I didn’t bring many of these posts over with me to this blog, but if you do a search a couple may pop up. During our weekend away in the Peak District at Sandybrook I was reminded of so many little ways my mum influenced my life and in turn my children’s lives. While in her home county I felt it was important to share a few little legacies with my girls.
I’m fully aware of the self indulgent nature to this post, but I hope you enjoy it and it helps you think of the little legacies in your own life gifted from previous generations.
Our Saturday in Bakewell
Bakewell is a town I remember going to every time we’d stay at my Grandma’s house in Darley Dale. Whether it was scouring the market for bargains, wandering around the shops or just calling in on the way back from a walk in the Dales. When visiting with my girls I enjoyed pointing out shops and places I’d go to as a child and of course I shared with them the joys of the Bakewell pudding (not tart!).
We came across an old fashioned sweet shop packed floor to ceiling with huge jars of sweets. My girls paced back and forth trying to decide just which to choose. I remember coming to places just like it as a child, clutching coins in my sweaty palm desperate to swap them for striped paper bags bulging with treats. My mum would treat herself to a few coconut mushrooms while I had as many different kinds of sweets as I could manage!
When buying our Bakewell Pudding I also picked up some oatcakes. I’d not seen these in years and have strong memories of being sent down the road to the butcher to buy oatcakes and bacon for our cooked breakfasts. My Grandma would treat us to a cooked breakfast whenever we stayed with her, it was one of the highlights of any trip to see her, that’s for sure!
We scattered my mum’s ashes in Monsal Dale ten years ago. My eldest was only a few months old, so of course doesn’t remember but we’ve talked about it together and she’s always wanted to go back and see it. On the other hand trying to explain the concept of ‘scattering ashes’ to my seven year old was a tricky conversation that’s for sure! It was a rather muddy walk to get to the right place but I’m so pleased we did it. Of course it was a rather emotional time for me but my little family were right there with me.
When we go to Derbyshire again I’ll be taking my girls to Matlock to visit family, as well as exploring some of the beautiful stately homes that we’re closed such as Chatsworth House and Haddon Hall. Giving my girls a sense of their history and heritage is so important to me. It does make me sad that there are no women in the generations before mine, but it’s in ways like this that I can keep their memory alive. Thankfully my daughters love learning about their Grandmother and Great Grandmother and Great Aunts and it makes me so happy to see the strength (and stubborness!) they’ve inherited from them.