
This is our 88 year old mother, Iris. Nanny Iris has 11 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren. She lives at Highclere Nursing Home and despite being physically frail and having cataracts she still keeps herself busy knitting and making greetings cards for family and friends.
Iris' friend Sheila Russell died last week which marks the end of a friendship which spanned more than 60 years. Iris first met Sheila when she moved into a bedsit in Edmonton during the war and Sheila lived opposite. Sheila was just 11 years old then. Later when my sister and I were born Sheila would help Iris look after us and babysit. When we all moved to Dorinda Street in Holloway, London Sheila kept in touch and was a regular visitor. The house we moved into was in a very poor condition (part war damage and part years of neglect) but it was a house not a bedsit. Sheila started calling Iris "The Duchess of Dorinda" because she worked so hard to make that little house bright and cheerful and, in Sheila's words "Iris was a proud person like a duchess. She always tried to make the best of everything no matter how bad things were."
Over the years that followed Sheila and Iris kept in touch, mostly by letter and phone. Sheila continued to refer to Iris as the Duchess of Dorinda and would even address letters to her as that. I guess that the flowers Iris sends to the funeral from the Duchess of Dorinda will be the last time that the title is used.