Berta was a neighbour of ours in Islington in the mid 1990s. She was always turned out beautifully and was always full of interesting chat. We missed her when we moved away, as she and our neighbours on the other side made the street so friendly, and you don't always get that, especially in big cities like London. We kept in touch with Christmas cards and she always sent photos of her lovely grandchildren - how they have grown up: she was so proud of them!
God bless, Berta, and thanks for being such a lovely person.
Elizabeth and Iain Grieve
Edinburgh
Elizabeth
5th August 2015
I first met Berta outside the Woodbridge library, she was sat in her mobile chair, soaking in the bright warmth and sun-light. I asked her if she was not concerned about the damage sun could cause; with her bright eyes and lovely smile she replied "I'm 90 years old, why the f**k should I worry about cancer". From that day on, whenever I met her, we kissed and held hands and shared each others lives. I am disabled by M.E. but every chat we had, and there were many, she inspired me. She is a beautiful woman and I miss her. We met many times, by chance and she always inspired me to gratitude for what I have. Berta stands unique in her humanity, she is also the oldest woman I have ever flirted with, but the most fun and beautiful I have known. I'm so glad to have known her. Stephen.xxx
Stephen
24th July 2015
I have very happy memories of Bertha. I can remember coming back to visit Bertha in London with my parents when I was very young. We were neighbours. And over the years when Bertha came to Suffolk and visited my Mum. Bertha also met my daughters and made a lasting impression on them, a lovely warm and fascinating person.
Wendy
24th July 2015