Our Story

Gordon

I have limited memories of my Grandad, he died when I was still young. If I concentrate, I can see him sitting in his brown wingback chair by the electric fire in his bungalow, a jar of Murray Mints close at hand. Bottle green glasses filled with cream soda, a broad grin on his face as he worked hard in the garden. Garden canes supporting garden peas & a green house filled with the smell of compost, baby bio and tomatoes.

His sister-in-law, my Godmother, Aunty “Bubbles” would always tell stories of holidays with her cousin Peggy, daughter to George and Daisy Senior, at their house named Windy Ridge in a village with the quaint name of Denby Dale - being a southerner myself it always sounded so far away. Little did I know that, years later, I would find myself living in that very village after I married a girl from Skelmanthorpe, and that her Grandad, Frank, would bring the memories of my own Grandad flooding back.

-Matt

Frank 

Frank has touched the lives of his grandchildren in so many ways, but his hardworking attitude has been an inspiration to us all.  From being a teacher, gardener and even up a ladder cleaning his own gutters at the age of 80, Grandad knows how to get a job done! 

When bringing boyfriends/future husbands home, they were warned of his knuckle-crushing handshake! However, all Grandad ever wants is the best for his family. I have many fond child-hood memories; chocolate buttons every time we climbed over a style on family walks, him cheering me on at school hockey matches and the best-ever bacon sandwiches in bed! We were lucky that as we grew up in Skelmanthorpe, our grandparents came over to live in the same village. And now a stone’s throw away, I am making memories with my own family in Denby Dale, the home of our new special business – Gordon & Frank’s Coffee House.  

-Jen