As a young woman Caroline Martha was very beautiful. She started life in a house at the bottom of Swansea Road, Llanelli, where every morning a man would tap on the bedroom windows of the workers with a long pole. She worked as a parlour maid for the family of a local industrialist until her marriage when she joined the family business as a florist. A hard worker and an avid reader, she survived her husband for almost thirty years. My mother remembers that when her parents were out she would sleep with her grandmother in her feather bed. Before getting in, she would unwrap her varicose veins that hung like ropes when she took off her crepe bandages and let down her long, iron-grey hair, before plaiting it. In her eighties, she would whitewash the outside lavatory, dressed in an overall on with her hair tied up in a duster. She had a powerful pair of lungs and would stand at her front door and shout the name of whoever she wanted from the Nurseries. She enjoyed television, although she could only hear it with earphones. She would watch boxing, on which she was well informed. She regularly played whist at the Y.M.C.A. and used to visit all members of her family - alive or dead. It was her love of old churchyards that has been passed down the family line.