My Grandmother

My first memory is of sheep on the hillside leading up to my grandmother's house, and of a curtain hanging in front of the front door
to protect it from the sun. As I was only about four years old at the time that is all for that age. My next memory is of when I was 18 years
old and in the RAF and came to visit my gran for a weekend, only to discover she had fallen downstairs and injured her hip preparing for my visit, which was cut short when she was taken to hospital. My next visit was to take my wife and children to meet her and then my only other visit was to her funeral. My gran was Jane Thomas,my grandfather was Thomas Moorgan and my father was Evan John who died in 1942.
Sadly I have lost touch with all my father's family but I do visit the family plot, as I will do on the 1st or 2nd August. Such a shame there isn't a B&B in Nantymoel so we could stay for a couple of days.