Meet Norah West, my great-great grandmother on her wedding day in the 1920s. My grandma has told me stories of Norah which always make me smile.

She was an avid smoker, never seen without a cigarette in her mouth and she loved her husband, Arthur Tebbett, tremendously. In fact, she loved him so much that she gave him thirteen children.

A favourite story of mine is that during the Second World War, when the woman came round to give Norah an evacuee or two, Norah shouted (after being scolded for refusing) “Don’t you know, I have fifteen in this house!” “Why didn’t you say so?” The woman grumbled, and left. ~shared by @clarabowdaily