This site is a tribute to Mave. She is much loved and will always be remembered.

When our lovely Mom, Mave, passed away on Monday 1st February she left a big hole in our lives but will always be there in our hearts.  She was always there for us all and was always the centre of family gatherings and occasions. This last year has been particularly hard as visiting her in the care home has been very restricted, just garden and window visits, but when we did see her or spoke to her on the phone she was her usual cheerful, positive self.

Family and friends will remember how she used to love a party and a good old fashioned sing song. On one of my last visits to her in hospital she was receiving oxygen and looked fast asleep, I was chatting away to her when she suddenly opened her eyes and very softly stared to sing ‘Bonny Mary of Argyle’, she sang it all the way through and it was so moving.

She will be missed by so many of you and we can tell how much she was loved by all the lovely messages and cards we are receiving, this is a great comfort to us.

My Memories of Nanny Mave - Harry Davies

I’ve thought of many different ways to write this. I didn’t know whether to keep it short and sweet; but my feelings towards Nanny Mave and the impact she had on my life could never be confined to a certain number of characters.

With Nanny Mave, I got lucky in two respects: I got nearly sixteen years with my great grandmother when some get none and God gifted with me with the single greatest grandmother this planet has ever seen.

There are so many memories that come to mind when I think of Nanny Mave: visiting her weekly at Avalon when Nanna and Grandad went to Australia; not only did I get a chocolate biscuit and a cup of tea- which is usually enough to get me to do anything- but I also got to spend quality time with just an incredible person. There was spending hours staring at her frog cabinet- which almost always got a new addition when we went on holiday.

And my personal favourite memory of Nanny Mave- our phone calls while I would wait to get picked up from drama rehearsals. Rehearsal would have finished around four o’clock and I would have a little while to wait until I could get picked up so I would call up Nanny Mave and walk up and down this one wall chatting away until I got picked up. I’ll always remember those days; no matter how cold it was, how bad school or the rehearsal had been everything was always made instantly better by hearing her voice at the end of the phone.

I was lucky to get as much time with Nanny Mave as I did- but in the end our time ran out and I didn’t get the chance to say a proper goodbye-
So, Nanny Mave, I love you so much. I was so, so lucky to have you in my life. I can promise that my kids will hear about my amazing great grandmother, who could write poetry that would make Shelley eat his heart out, who had a scarf and frog collection that could rival even the most avid collector and was one of the most talented, caring, and loving people I ever met. I miss you already and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you proud.

Good night and God Bless.
Harry.

My Nan...by Paul Davies


I was incredibly lucky to spend 48 years on this planet knowing my Nan. There are so many lovely memories that I have of my Nan, from the thrill I used to get when walking down her pathway at Sutton Avenue, the way her front room was always kept tidy "in case the Queen came to tea" The old gramophone player in the back room where her much maligned Des O'Connor records were (the ridicule of those records were the product of my love for Eric and Ernie) The beautiful long garden they had in Sutton, which was so well maintained by Grandad and the smell of summer that accompanied it. The apple pies and money that would be sent with me back to University, teaching me to play cards on another wet holiday in Wales , the slightly dubious sugar tinged sandwiches she would make, the nights and lunchtimes at Eastern Green Social Club and all those times we stayed over at her house or she watched us when we were ill.
But overall the thing I remember the most about my lovely Nan, is the love she showed all of us. To Kay, Mark and myself and then onto my two little ones, Harry and Evie.
Its a much over used phrase that they broke the mould when they made her, but it true. She was a lovely, lovely woman who will be sadly missed.
When I think of Nan, I recall the photos of her and Grandad sitting in the sun, smiling at each other and at the camera. My hope is that they are doing that now.
God bless Nan, I will miss you but I am much better off for knowing you. Paul xxx

The Stairway to Heaven – A poem by Evie Davies
 
I could feel myself drifting off,
I thought I could see my family one more time,
But God was calling me – I had to go,
I have to go to my husband.
 
Leaving my family is the hardest thing to do,
But I knew my husband would be happy,
I was gone.
 
The angels came and carried me up,
They dropped me on the radiant stairway,
I had to go.
 
I started to walk feeling the stairs dance underneath me,
The gate smiled, welcoming me in,
And there he was,
My husband staring at me – smiling.
 
Wherever my husband is – that is home,
I had returned home,
Looking down I could see my loving family,
Everyone in tears.
 
God may have took me away from my family,
But it has brought me home – to my husband
At last I feel free