My last surviving great aunt, my nan's youngest sister, died June 18th, I found out this past weekend, in talking to my mum. I had tried to contact her a few times over the past 15 or so years, but to no avail. I was told by a distant cousin in the Poyser family that she was kind of reclusive in her old age and - despite having contributed to "Canning Town Voices" - she wasn't interested in talking to family members about her childhood, and life, in Canning Town.
She was 98, so had lived a good long life.
I remember visiting her, when I was little. At first she had a black cocker spaniel named Tess, who was old. I was afraid of dogs, having been already hurt as a toddler, and Tess sensed it and would growl at me. I always thought she had a "squeaky" voice.
When Tess died, she got a golden cocker spaniel puppy and (at the time) I was terrified of him. Now, I see it was just exuberance, but when we would walk in, he would whizz around the room, bouncing off the walls and furniture, barking like crazy. I would cling to my nan for safety.
She is buried in with her parents. Her interment was the day after her death, 19th June, and the funeral arrangements were taken care of by Cribbs Funerals Directors.
She is buried in the East London Cemetery, in grave #8378-60
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