"The only thing worse than being blind is having sight, but no vision." (Helen Keller 1880 -1968)

 

My maternal grandmother, Rose, was a petite, blue-eyed blonde from Glasgow. With her older sister, she traveled by a Union Castle ship to visit her brother in Cape Town. A friend accompanied their brother to meet the ship. The family legend goes that the friend, Joseph, was instantly smitten when he saw Rose walking down the gangplank. She never returned to Glasgow - and I was their first grandchild. But what I remember most vividly when images of Rose come to my mind, is helping her instill drops of eye medication, for her glaucoma.