family tree. So many people did it these days, and there was lots of information online, but nothing beat starting with your own elderly relatives and capturing their memories before they were gone for good. ‘I think that’s a lovely idea, Kelly. But your great-gran’s not been too well lately. She’s had a chest infection, which has laid her low. We’ll need to wait a bit, until she’s stronger, before we go bothering her too much. I won’t be able to help you with it—I’ve not enough time as it is, what with having to work full time since your dad was made redundant.’ She tipped the peeled potatoes into the tray, drizzled olive oil over them and popped them into the oven. ‘There. Right then, what other veg shall we have?’
‘Dunno.’ Kelly shrugged. ‘Hey, I know. Now we’ve got a decent-sized garden, can we grow our own? We could put a vegetable plot down the end, and plant carrots and beans and stuff. I bet Great-gran’s family had a veg plot during the war. All that dig for victory stuff.’
‘That’ll be one more thing to ask her, then. Perhaps you should start a list.’ Ali began peeling and chopping some carrots. ‘But remember, she didn’t get on with Betty or her father much, so she might not want to answer all your questions.’
‘Can try though, can’t we, when she’s better?’ Kelly grinned, stealing a chunk of raw carrot before waltzing out of the room, singing a jazzed-up version of ‘White Cliffs of Dover’. Presumably an Amelia Fay song, Ali thought.
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