Codebreakers and Editors: Not So Different

grandmap2Some of you may recall that my paternal grandmother was a codebreaker at Bletchley Park during World War II. Well, today would have been her 95th birthday, and I’ve written a little something in her honour. One thing we had in common was a love of the theatre. Continue reading


Bletchley Park


Bletchley Park

She used to lay the doilies out
On holidays
And special occasions
Smoothing their edges with hands
Weathered by time

Visitors would smile and drop words
Like quaint and charming
Never looking past the surface
To the structure underneath

Each thread tells a story
Of commitment
And time gone by
Reminding her of all the pieces
That shaped her life

One day her lace will pass to me
And I will guard her legacy
Of love and loss
And everything she sacrificed
In service of her country.


My paternal grandmother worked at Bletchley Park during WWII. She wasn’t allowed to tell anyone for fifty years (until the Official Secrets Act expired). I wrote this in her memory.

This is also my submission for this week’s Trifecta writing challenge. We had to write between 33 and 333 words, and include the third definition of the following word in our piece: quaint. The third definition is: a) unusual or different in character or appearance; odd;  b) pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar.


Image credit: Bletchley Park, courtesy of Google Images