My first husbands family came from North Yorkshire and I have memories of visiting his granddad and my first big encounter with all of them.
They were a very strict family and had strong views of things although many had moved to Lancashire.
My first ever memory was my husband to be, although we were only courting phoned me and asked would I like to go across to meet up with his family that afternoon.
Phew! it was a scary thought and I completely forgot whilst we were talking that I had turned on the gas oven which didn't automatically light I am looking back to 1964. We chatted for a while and then I went into the kitchen and struck a match to light it and there was a massive explosion which threw me across the kitchen. I instantly stuck my face into a bowl of cold water and held it there for ages hoping that there would be no damage done.
When I eventually did look in the mirror my face, of course was pretty red and I had no eyebrows and very frizzed up hair. I couldn't tell him that I couldn't go and when he came for me later that day, needless to say he was a bit shocked as I had cut off my hair and tried to cover this overly red face with pan stick makeup.
Happy days.
We did eventually get married but his family continued to think of me as a tad eccentric.