My sister just sent me this in a tweet - it was written by our maternal grandmother in 1939, in our mother's autograph book. Mum was 13 at the time. We never met our grandmother because she died of cancer two years later.
I've written it out below
We must expect to be crossed and disappointed every day;
it is well, therefore, to be prepared for it.
If sorrow comes on anyone, sympathise. If good - rejoice.
Treat your elders with respect and speak gently to the young.
Praise when you can, and blame only when you must.
With love from Mummy
23.7.39
This photo taken around that time - Grandmother Dorothy is centre right, our mother bottom left.