The Old Lady Files
By Helen Pitt
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Old ladies can be sad or terrifying, funny or scathing, pathetic or inspirational, rascist or generous, or all of these at different times. Helen Pitt here paints the charcters of all the old l;adies she's collected over the years, with a rogueishly twinkling eye for the humour life doles out in our direction.
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The Old Lady Files - Helen Pitt
Dedicated to Debbi & Brendan Murray with much love,
I hope this makes you laugh:
God knows you could do with it!
I have been hugely influenced by the old ladies
who have inhabited my life.
Here are some of their stories.....
Contents
1. The Golden Girls
2. Joyce
3. The Old Lady In The Park
4. The Old Sex Worker
5. Little Phyl
6. Joyce
7. Bess
8. Rita
9. Old Ladies With Dementia
10. Bess
11. Old Ladies Abroad
12. Joyce
13. Muriel
14. Bess
15. Aunty Mary
16. Brenda
17. Natalie
18. Aunty Alice
19. Joan
20. Valerie
21. Rita and The Coach Trip
22. Joyce...
23. Bess & Great Aunt Annie
24. Joyce
25. The Disconcerting Pensioner
26. Old Girls Reunion
27. Joyce 5
28. Mr. Inman
29. Lillian
30. Nan
31. And Finally
I
The Golden Girls
Joycey never liked me.
It was clear from the start I wasn’t good enough for her son so when I had our own son Joyce didn’t come to see us for twelve weeks. She didn’t want to believe he was her grandchild but when she finally did visit it was so obvious he was her grandson and Joyce grew to love him very much. She just didn’t love me and sometimes I gave up trying to be friends.
Joyce and her two sisters Lillian and Jeannie had an older sibling called Winnie. Winnie very tragically died soon after the birth of her first child so the three sisters shared raising the little girl together for a time, along with grandma Clara. I called them The Golden Girls.
The three siblings were hugely different. Lillian, who passed away while I was finishing this book was a woman who forged her own life after her beloved husband Albert died. She bought a static and state of the art caravan near a river at Stratford but had to move back to Brum when the caravan park was sold and she was incredibly upset about it. She was a very elegant woman, always dressed impeccably in clothes from M & S or Rackhams. She could be sarcastic with a waspish tongue which made her unpopular in some quarters, but I loved her. I thought she was fabulous. They all were.
Jeannie was the younger of the three sisters and died in 2019. Jeanie was rough and ready, swore a lot, liked bawdy jokes and was very kind to me when I first got together with Joyce’s son. We were very poor when we were young and Jeannie sometimes helped us out with a fiver, a lot of money in those days. We named our daughter Rebecca Jean after her.
After Winnie died, Jean got together with her sister’s widower Jimmy. This was an unpopular decision for Jean to have made and it seems that Clara disapproved. Perhaps because he was Jean’s brother-in-law but also because I am told Jimmy hadn’t always been a really great husband to Winnie. Perhaps Clara was concerned about how Jean would fare with him.
Jimmy loved a drink at the pub with his mates for he was a man’s man and Jean loved him very much. They went on to have three fine sons together. In the end though, their relationship became strained. Clara had already taken over raising her granddaughter. Clara had a massive stroke when she was in her seventies and having spoken with a broad Brummie accent all her life, went to speech and language therapy and from then on spoke in a terribly posh voice, literally the Queen’s English, which was very funny at the time.
There came a day when Jimmy was in his late fifties, he and Jean had a disagreement and out of frustration, Jean shouted something unkind to him as he left the house and I know this because Jean told me what it was she shouted. I’m not going to print it here.
2
Joyce
Our son Jesse was about two years old and our daughter just a year old when we were invited to stay at Tony’s parents’ house overnight so we could go out with Tony’s brother for a pint. Joyce was to babysit for us.
This was such an unusual offer I gladly accepted and packed a lot of clothes for the children, as you do. We went out and enjoyed a drink and duly went to bed. When I woke up and had my bath the following morning, I went downstairs to find that Joyce had unpacked all the children’s clothes and was running them through the washing machine.
‘What this, Joyce?’ I asked, somewhat bewildered.
She gazed at me with what I can only describe as a sour expression on her face. ‘I like my children to be sweet smelling,’ she said.
And that is what she was like with me, always critical of my parenting and mothering skills.
As soon as the washing was finished, I chucked everything into bin bags and started packing. I told Tony I was going home and off I went on the bus, all the kids’ stuff in a suitcase. I had nothing to do with Joyce for ages after that and I sometimes reflect on this time and wonder why she found it so hard to be nice to me. Maybe she thought she was being kind, but I doubt that was true.
3
The Old Lady in the Park
I sometimes bump into an older lady when I am walking my dog in a local park. She’s about seventy and has long dyed blonde hair and wears below the knee pleated skirts and open toe sandals with socks. She always has a gaggle of miniature dogs with her on leads - the sort where the main lead has lots of attached smaller leads so the dogs spill around her ankles like a hairy tiara. If I spot her a mile away, I turn around and do a detour as I dislike her views and the way she expresses herself. Sometimes though, she will appear from behind a bush or a tree and I can’t avoid her.
She always begins her sentences with, ‘I’m not prejudiced but...’ or ‘I’m not racist but...’ or, I’m not being funny but...’ thus throwing out a huge indication she is all of those things.
I was halfway round the lake at Elmdon Park a few months ago and there she was, right in front of me. I had dense woodland to my right and water to my left so there was no escape!
‘Hello,’ I said, trying to scoot round her but too late, she launched herself into; ‘I’m not being funny but have you heard about the new housing being built at...’ and she mentioned a part of Solihull near where I live.
‘No, no I haven’t I lied,’ not wishing to engage with her.
‘Well,’ she said, ‘They’re being built by a Housing Association and we all know who they’re being built for! All those illegal immigrants coming over here.’
It put me in mind of a brilliant comedy sketch by one of my favourite comedians, Stewart Lee who delivers about thirty very clever and hilarious minutes of a piece called ‘They Come Over ‘Ere.’
I thought about how I should respond so I could make my getaway as quickly as possible and said, ‘I don’t think there is such a thing as an illegal immigrant. Many people are compelled to enter the UK without permission, which human rights law entitles them to do and for this reason, the term illegal is incorrect and pejorative.’
She looked at me blankly.
I continued, ‘Secondly, housing associations generally operate on