
These are of my grandparents, Percy and Margaret Gardner. He left school at 14 and went to Boots to serve an apprenticeship as a pharmacist. After he and Grandma were married, they had a chemist shop in Tunbridge Wells and a branch shop in Frant. They had five children and were practicing Catholics. One of my first memories of my grandmother is her taking me to St Augustines Catholic Church in Tunbridge Wells. Later, my mother took my brother Paul and I to live in South Africa, where we did not practice religion. At boarding school, it can be lonely and I was in need of comfort so I began going to Mass because I remembered the loving warmth of my grandma and the peace of the Mass which I had been too young to understand at the time.

In 1996, my daughters and I returned to England and I met Sean. Curiously, he had been attending St Augustines Catholic Church in Tunbridge Wells for years, and what is more, he still does. He thought he was 'safe' seeing a South African lady but actually, I am more local than he is! I have loads of relatives in that area, and my daughter was Confirmed in that church too.
My grandparents are buried in Pembury where they had a small house for the last years of their lives. Grandad was alive at the time of the very first flight and lived to see men reaching the moon. He started out as a pharmacist making tablets and mixtures by hand and by the time he retired he was doing most of his work on a computer.
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