Next day there was a big funeral celebration, with music. flowers and brightly-coloured paper shapes. We children were excited by the occasion, and almost forgot its sadness. Father was not there. He was far away in Shanghai, and very unhappy. He could not believe that his mother had died when she was just fifty-five. After that, he wore black neckties every day to remember her. Our lives changed after Grandmother's funeral. We did not know it, but the carefree years of childhood were over. Six weeks later, Lydia, Gregory Edgar and I left Tianjin. Father had come on the train to take us to Shanghai. Ye Ye, Aunt Baba, James and Susan stayed a little longer. When we arrived, Father took us to the house he had bought. It had three floors, and was built in the 1920s.There was a lovely garden, with a magnolia tree covered in sweet-smelling flowers. In one corner was a wooden doghouse for Jackie Father's guard dog