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![Rosemary Nisbet in the arms of her grandma Etty Harris](/staticarchive/849c0fced8d2c407a8ee03a3ba17e62c73085a97.jpg) Rosemary Nisbet in the arms of her grandma Etty Harris |
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![](/staticarchive/5ea3e7590d674d9be4582cc6f6c8e86070157686.gif) Etty Harris
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![](/staticarchive/5ea3e7590d674d9be4582cc6f6c8e86070157686.gif) When Rosemary Nisbet was about three, her grandma Etty Harris, took to her bed and didn't get up again for nigh on twenty years. Etty was a widow, who'd moved in with Rosemary's mum and dad, and was just 65 when she decided bed was best.
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