Some of the happiest memories from my childhood were listening to my gran tell me stories about the dashing Polish officer she met during World War II, who swept her off her feet and who she later wed.
I never got to meet my grandfather – he died a mere eight years before I was born – so everything I learned about him, my family’s history, the triumphs and the tragedies, I learned from her.
As a child I was fascinated and as an adult I feel privileged and very lucky to have had that knowledge passed down but I also feel incredibly fortunate because there are no skeletons in the closet.
