Karen Wright: Keeping the branches of our family strong

Families just like plants have roots and those roots need care and attention for them to endure and thrive. My Mum was born before the Second World War in Swansea in South Wales and, after a stint of being evacuated to Carmarthen, she, her older brother and her parents relocated to Wakefield and had a new start in Yorkshire.

Karen with her mum visiting family in Swansea

It is over 80 years now since she left Swansea, but she has managed to stay in touch with her family in Wales over all those decades by visiting, writing and telephoning. Of course, as the years have gone by so have many members of the family, but she still has a clutch of first cousins in Swansea who are hale and hearty.

Last week we took a coach holiday from Wakefield to Swansea with Caledonian. Mum wanted to see the city, all her personal landmarks and of course get together with her cousins and this seemed a perfect way to manage it.

After travelling on Monday, we had three full days in the resort. Tuesday and Thursday had arranged coach excursions and Wednesday was a free day to do as we pleased. Once we had unpacked and rested a little on the first evening, we went down to have a drink in the bar and then to enjoy our dinner. The other guests were all in a very jolly mood and we quickly made friends. I was especially thrilled when one lady approached me and asked if I was ‘Karen’. I confirmed that I was, and she went on to explain she was from Wakefield and always reads my column. Her name was Margaret and she was travelling with her husband Brian, we all hit it off right away.

On Tuesday we went to look at the Gower Peninsula, Worms Head and the Mumbles. Mum scattered some of her brother Graham’s ashes there: it felt like we had brought him home. On Wednesday, we had planned to meet up with our extended family. My Mum had arranged afternoon tea for us and her cousins, which was delicious. We had a good old catch up, everyone looked so well, and it was an occasion I doubt that any of us will forget. With those family roots watered, we said our farewells until next time. On Thursday we went on the coach to Tenby. I can heartily recommend it: it is a perfect bucket and spade holiday resort that’s quaint and pretty with perfect sandy beaches.