My earliest memory of Auntie Cathie goes back to 1946/7. I can remember when she and Great Aunt Barbara would take us to Kelvingrove Park in Glasgow, sometimes to feed the ducks, sometimes to listen to the bands, or to roll our hard-boiled eggs at Easter. I remember her taking me on the Govan ferry for my first-ever visit to my Great Granny. I remember visiting the factory where she worked making hats. I remember being the pageboy at her wedding to Uncle Jim. Such childhood memories of long ago. Now she has gone to meet up again with Uncle Jim, granny and grandad and her brother Hugh.

Hugh McInally - nephew