I just want apologise as I have found I have had another glitch! I re-read my blog today and some of the peice I had cut aand pasted is missing. I will put it on next time but also want to say at the end of my letter.
I should have said, ('Bye and take care all.) Lilian. x
Saturday again and it’s raining here. Still we have had some lovely days and the hour changing has made a difference. ‘Well it has to me!’
I feel as though spring is on its way even if it is still slowly coming out of its slumber. The second night of the change, I looked out of my window as the sky was slowly going dusky, and there was a robin having a very vigorous dip in the birdbath. It was eight o-clock and one of the better days.
The sky was a beautiful myriad of light, going several shades of red as the sun set.
All around me the gardens are starting to blossom, and full of new growth. Daffodils, primulas and tulips stand up to the wind and rain giving us a lovely splash of colour even on the worst of days. There are buds on all the bushes; the lawns have just had their first cut of the year, and all’s well
in my world.
Next it will be Easter. ‘Hopefully we will all have a nice one!’
We had a better summer last year, everyone looked brown and healthy, and I guess they were all feeling happier. I really hope we have the same this year. It was strange for me because I was in the USA for 9 weeks and it averaged around 85 degrees although it had been up to 94, while we were in Tennessee. I wasn’t anywhere near as brown as my friends here. Over there everywhere is set up with air conditioning and as I don’t like the heat as much as I used to, I looked
pale compared to my healthy looking Brit friends. Also I haven't any room on my face for more wrinkles.
I have been reading a lot about the First World War, (1914, 1918) as it is its 100 years anniversary. ‘We thought we had it bad in WW2.’ This was an awful time for a generation of our young men. It has brought out memories that haven’t been written about for many years.
In our paper on the memories page there was a piece written about a Barrow soldier, he was a hero and had earned a VC for his actions. He was fighting the Turkish forces and in days gone by he was called The Cigarette VC, by various magazines of that time. We are finally having a special paving
stone marking out memories of his brave and daring deeds. It is being laid to honour him at last! Lt Forshaw was 24 in 1915 in Gallipoli when he stood for 41 hours lighting the fuse of hand bombs. He lit them from the cigarettes he smoked as he stood, ‘they say,’ casually in the report. What a strong character. He was what you call a hero! The great thing is he was one of the young men who made
it through and came home.
If any of my friends on here who come from Barrow, want to read much more about him. It was in the Evening Mail on the 2nd April on page 4 and it is a great story.
There is a First World War experience called, Life on the Home Front. It is at The Dock Museum, North Road, Barrow. There is a collection of stories and artefacts about the life of the ordinary people during the war. It was on from last Saturday until July 30th.
I have just read, another piece of our local history. It's about one of the Cinema builders of that time who came from Barrow. He was called James Brennan, he built the Ritz. (Which should never have been pulled down as it was a great art deco building from the 1930s!) I remember going there on a Saturday morning, the beautiful organ coming up through the floor and everyone singing at the top of their voices as the organist played. The songs used to drop down from the ceiling on a banner; I couldn’t read them but still joined in. He also built the Roxy, Dalton, and he bought the Roxy Barrow and changed it to make it more an art deco building, then called it the Odeon. He was from a Barrow family who were scrap merchants. He built or renovated more picture houses in many places.
I had a lovely visit on Sunday as it was Mothers day. My son came over and brought , me flowers, a card and my great grandson Tyler and as you must have gathered by now I’m besotted with him.
I guess any of you who have read my books, realise I’m not the best editor. But they are going well and this week I had a lovely read with a large group of very nice ladies. They were a really good audience; they were the Ulverston Evening Towns Women’s Guild. I’m always nervous when I read, but luckily there were quite a few ladies I knew from the flower shop I had there. One of ladies stood up after the speaker had thanked me and told me and everyone there she had bought three of my first book. She sent one to Australia and the other one to Canada. In Canada they have a Jamboree where all the expats get together. I was astonished; when she told me my book was passed around and read out there.
She laughed and said, ‘I’m not sure if it was against publication rights, but a lot of the stories in the book were printed out to take home with them.’ I felt quite pleased that people had enjoyed it!
I was saying that I wished I could be more professional to a friend.
She said, ‘Don’t worry no one’s perfect. After all Noah built the Ark and he was an amateur. Professionals built the Titanic.’ Put her eyes up, laughed and shrugged her shoulders. Then she offered to help me with the editing with my next book.
I hope it’s a better day tomorrow, for you all. It will be a sad day for me. No more Musketeers!