My mum Gladys Crickmore, so pretty and elegant in the 1930’s.
Her life was to be tinged with sorrow but she would have the enduring love of her husband Steve. I was her only child to survive from many pregnancies, and then only through the constant care and efficiency of the new NHS.
A complex, intelligent, under-achieving woman who would have made such a difference to the world if she had been born a generation later, with all the advantages women enjoy now.
As it was, she made the most of her domestic role, keeping an open house for all the waifs and strays my father brought home.
She had to go out to work, of course, but only took part-time, low-skill jobs. She never was able to realise her potential or her dreams.
Only her family knew the strength of this argumentative, combative, stimulating, loving woman whose “price was far above rubies”.
Born Gladys Crickmore on 15 March 1913 in Bradford, Yorkshire
Married Stephen Johnson on 11 July 1942
Died 11 April 2005 and buried in Undercliffe Cemetery