Two of my favourite men. 'They love their boats.' I have just sponsered my Great Grandson Tyler. He has done his first marathon at nursery, not bad for a two years old!
(Sorry I'm still not sure how to crop my pictures.)
Well I’m fit as a fiddle again, except for two rather unsightly bumps on my forehead. A friend took a picture of me on my phone a couple of days after I had my fall and I looked awful. I cancelled it, old age is more than enough to contend with when I look into the mirror. Thank goodness for my
I haven’t done much since I last wrote. I had a nice dinner at the Italian with the Fibro girls and they managed to get me home safe. These girls are so funny they make me laugh so much it’s a real tonic.
It's two days since I started to write this, and I don't kow where they have gone to? Thursday was just shopping and visitors. yesterday I had an appointment at the hospital and that's me finished there, now I can make plans. I also had lunch and spent the afternoon with two of my fibro friend. This was good for me because they cheer me up no end, and I don't know about you all, but this weather is getting me down. I'm really ready to travel to somewhere, where it is somewhat warmer. I went to my hairdresses in Ulverston and called to see my old friend who went to Malta for a couple of weeks. I think I have mentioned her already, she is my inspiration. She still travels on her own and just takes it in her own indomitable style. I am now pulling out all my Malta holiday books, this is the first place I have ever wanted to go back to every year. I have never been anywhere else where I feel so much peace and contentment, its such an undemanding place. Yet the saying is, some people who go to Malta love it, but some hate it. I am still in love with it, so follow this space!
I’m sure you have all heard the jokes about Barrow-In-Furness, and yes we are a very deprived town. But I bet the people here are one of the most giving towns anywhere.
When I write here, I almost never have any idea where I will be going to when I start to write.
Even I am surprised what I turn to. Sometimes I have a memory that comes to me that makes me laugh, and I wonder if I should put it down, sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t!
What has made me talk about our town, is that the Evening Mail has just arrived and I really like this paper. I have flicked through it, and counted ten groups who are all working to raise money for the charity they have chosen. Starting from football kits, sports relief, a small, poorly girl’s wish to go to Disneyland and a 40 mile walk from Keswick to Barrow are just a few of them. The Keswick walk is a marathon, in which over two thousand people join together to raise many thousands of pounds to help the sick and needy in our town.
There are so many families here, who are now dependant on food banks, which is a disgrace in a so called civilised nation! But then again; why should I complain about this? When the goverment have so grandly given we working class people, a penny off a pint of beer and tax off bingo.
Back to our evening mail. Tomorrow there will be many other groups in the paper doing their best for people in our town. I have lived in several places, where most of their local papers are nowhere near as interesting, or involved with the community. To me, The Evening Mail is well worth it’s 55 pence a night, it’s only the price of two cups of coffee, one large glass of red wine or a pint of beer a week.
‘OUR VIEW,’ is the Editors comment, usually on the letter’s page and it’s always on the side of Barrow and the people of Barrow. We need someone to be in our corner as we don’t get support from anywhere else.
'I will get off my soap box now, and no the paper isn't paying me to be so nice about them.'
I was invited to read some of my new book to a group of retired ladies and gents and I had a great visit. The retirement home is in a very nice area of Abbey Road. It used be the old maternity home where my first son was born, on the twenty first of June, over fifty years ago. How times have changed! It was then called the Risedale Maternity Home, and was a separate hospital from our main hospital. It consisted of a maternity clinic, wards and labour rooms and had a very nice large garden area around it.
It was so busy the night I went into labour, that the labour rooms were full, luckily I arrived before it became so busy and spent the night in one of the labour beds. There were so many
deliveries that women who weren’t too far on in labour were turfed out to sit on a hard chair in the corridor, in between babies being born. No fathers were allowed to be near their wives while they were in labour. Could you imagine that happening now?
It was one of the hottest summers, ‘There was no such thing as air conditioning.’ In those days you were kept in for ten days. The place became stretched to full capacity, there were no clean sheets so we had to have half sheets on our beds. Also in those days they supplied the cotton nappies that were used in there, and they couldn’t keep up with washing them. To cut a long story short, they came around and asked if anyone would go home early. I volunteered because after five days of the stifling heat I couldn’t wait to get some fresh air. Silly as it sounds. I felt I had done something quite brave going home early. Now young mothers would think it was silly to be in so long!
Back to the home as it is now! It is a very light and airy place, and the staff seemed more like family than I have ever seen in any other place.
'Thought to myself, this wouldn't be too bad a place to live in. Having said that, I'd much rather drop off this mortal coil on a dance floor with a glass of red wine in one hand, and a pleasant person in the other :-)))
I was supposed to be there for about an hour but they were such a lovely group, I stayed way over two hours. They were all older than me when the war started, so had a lot of stories to tell of their own. One lady was a Hundred and one next birthday. Last year she had made a film with our local film group called Signal Films. It was about her life in the2WW. She was so bright it was an honour to be talking to her.
Talking about Signal Films reminded me, of the time it was then called Shoreline Films. I was one of ten Cumbrian women to win a chance to be taught by a Tutor on how to write films. We had to send in a CV of work we had already done. I won it because they said, they were impressed with my first chapter from, ‘That’s The Way It Was.’ I worked with the other girls and although they were at least thirty years older than them, they were a great bunch. I think I may have written about some of this before. I have to tell you it was one of the most inspiring times of my life. The Tutor was the best ever, and Juliet was the producer/director was amazing.
Sorry for being late. 'Not unusual.' I hear you say.
So Bye all. Be happy.