Uiga, my grandmother
My work-in-progress, the Uiga Project (working title) concerns a quest to fulfil a wish of my late Mum’s, to place a headstone on her mother’s grave in Scotland.
And this wish got me thinking…why does my maternal grandmother lie in an unmarked grave? I know there is sadness here, and something unspoken in the family for a long time, and it’s piqued my interest and .
And it got me thinking about the person my grandmother, Uiga, was, this Scottish grandmother who died when Mum was a child, whom I never met. And my Australian grandmother, who died when I was a child, but whom I remember well. And the woman I always thought of as my maternal grandmother but whom I didn’t see for over twenty years. I want to find out more about all these women, but particularly Uiga, my Scottish grandmother.
And it also got me wondering about graves and grief and regret and remembering…
