Fairies and Witches
It seems to have been an exceptionally busy week though I'm not sure why ~ well, to Brid on Tuesday and Richard here on Wednesday, and Sue ~ testerday Barbara came partly to talk to Georgie about their arrangements for my trip to Scarborough on 26th for first cataract op ~ I can hardly see a thing now and without the Kindle would be lost ~ I have a magnifying glass on kitchen table, another in sitting room, and a third one up here !! Barbara helped me hang cgain of solar fire flies from lilac tree and although they only had a couple of hours of gloomy daylight they switched on at dusk and sparkled away in all the colours of the rainbow right through till dawn ~ I had a quick check when I got up for a wee ~ super-duper ! Tonight I'll see if I can get a photo. But this was not all ~ having tried to leave me a message on Tuesday and got a rather fierce voice telling her no more messages could be recorded, I admitted that on this new phone well, two years I've had it) I've never discovered how to play recorded messages though Georgie gave me a lesson once and wrote down instructions for me. Before she could delete all messages, they had to be played so we sat for half an hour with all this gabbling in the back ground until eventually the whole lot could be deleted and recording facility TURNBED OFF ~ so that's a blessing. Barbara was quite impressed with my crowd control rope at top of stairs, and this was the first time she'd seen this love;y large screen.
The plan is on the day of the op, I will phone Georgie when my transport arrives and she will then set off from Driffield which is roughly the same distance from Scarborough, to meet up in Eye Clinic and she will give me courage and possibly coffee. When the RETURN transport arrives to bring me back home, she will ring Barabara who will be here to greet me 30 or 40 minutes later ~ she has even offered to stay the night if I don't feel safe, but I'm sure that wont be necessary ~ so many of my friends have had cataracts removed and suffered no problems afterwards. With Georgie's Parkinson's problems increasing daily, no way did I want her driving me all the way to Whitby, but she feels OK about the distance from Driffield to Scarborough ~ maybe Bill will decide to drive her in his car.
One way and another, I am surrounded by loving helpers, and feel very fortunate.
With my eye sight so poor, I may simply copy here the piece I wrote about our father for a friend ~ I've only just noticed that simplesite provide a facility for downloading a document ~ I'll give it a try~ no luck so far ~ I'll try again after lunch . . . ah-ha ! What's this then ? The 400 word piece The Guardian's FAMILY Supplement asked me to submit recently, though as far as I know it has not yet been published ~ pause to email them.
Mother’s Photo (attached)
This was the perfect picture for the cover of our Mother’s funeral service sheet. Already well into her eighties, we can see that she was still bursting with life. She is wearing her favourite pinafore dress and the spotty blouse with a colourful bow at the neck, which (like nearly all her clothes) she had made herself, and worn for years.
Any excuse to put the kettle on, and here she is with her favourite blue and white china and her best teapot.
She sits alongside the book case with all her poetry books to hand ~ her head was stuffed with poetry ~ she had a quotation for every occasion (which could be infuriating !).
There were 7 of us : David, Joy, Stephen, Nancy, Mary, William and Helen. Apart from Stephen, all of us had family names. When I asked her about this she told me that in 1938 when they moved to Bristol, David would have been six and I was 18 months younger, and she was longing for another baby. One day she found herself outside Old St Stephen’s Church in the centre of town and went in and prayed to the Saint. Her prayer was answered, though it was FIVE babies he sent her, four more besides Stephen ! Which just goes to show you should be jolly careful what you ask for ~ you may get more than you bargained for !
In the days when 2 or 3 of us were at the local primary school, with a baby in the pram, a toddler perched on each mudguard, and the others alongside, Mother would lead us in a rousing chorus of “Forth in thy name oh lord I go, my daily labour to pursue … “ So this was a good hymn to send her on her way .
The last time I saw Mother was at her 100th birthday party ~ by then she was seriously bewildered and in a wonderfully caring Care Home which Nancy had found near her, down in Somerset. There were about fifty of us,, immediate family including the latest great grand child. “I don’t believe you know who I am, Mother,” I remember saying, to which she replied with a chuckle, “I don’t know who I am myself, dear.” She died a month before her 102nd birthday, bless her, our dear old Mum. [398 words]
It was quite tricky squeezing Mother into 400 words but presumably the FAMILY editor didn't think much of it