Been a pretty busy two weeks.
I know I go on about my town but I just want to talk about the reasons I, and many Barrovians have had to be proud this past days.
The first one is a very sad occasion. A Barrow boy called Dave Shaw, made good in his career as soldier, but sadly this brave soldier was killed in action. Watching his funeral service on the television news it was so moving. Listening to his Commanding officer giving a lovely and an honest speech about him. The whole service was an honour to him. I have grandsons his age and know I would have been devastated if he had been one of mine. The dignity of his Mother, Father and family would have made anyone proud of them. When his friends and comrades stood to attention, a single tear trickled down one of the young soldier's face. I think it was one of the most piongnant moments I have ever had. Even writing this has brought the tears on.
Then to hear he had helped to save four more lives by donating his organs. How could we not all feel very proud of this young man?
Also we have had the fight to save our maternaty services. Pride again! Barrovians standing up for our rights and winning. So far! I know there is a much longer fight to be won and it's great to have the Evening Mail, Mr and Mrs Woodcock and so many determined protesters behind the campaign. The vidio's are a stroke of genius! We now know we can win more by sticking together. We have had so many things thrown at this town and I often wonder why. We are treated like second class civilians constantly. I wrote my book about Barrow's working class kids in the war because we are not mentioned in any of the history books.
We should never been pushed into Cumbria, because Carlisle, and the University Hospitals of Morecambe Bay NHS foundation Trust don't seem to know or care that we exist. I think the word Trust should be taken out of the hospital heading.
The trouble isn't with Management; It's with Mis Management.
Still, we also have great things to be proud of. 2,500 signed up for the Keswick to Barrow walk as soon as it was put into the mail. Forty miles in all weathers, this is another great endevour that gets very little media attention. Of course it's our town Barrow, the one they remember when people want to make fun of us.
Then another piece of good news. The Dock Museum has finally opened the Viking Gallery, now showing the Furness Hoard, which again was saved by Barrow people, businesses and history groups, paying the 50,000 pounds that was needed.
Also Greens pies, the best in Barrow, have been served in Parlament. Wow, now that's progress, next it will be world wide(-:
I talked about having my eye done last time I wrote, well it's made such a differance, that now all my curtains and covers that I thought were cream have become ivory, every thing is bright again. I am going to have the other one done on the 14th March so that will be great. I'll probably have to buy some cool shades! I can't thank my eye surgeon and his hard working team enough.
Some of you who have read my blog before will no doubt remember the Yogourt occasion when I went to sit on the end of my bed and landed on the floor. I hurt my hip a bit but when I stood up it felt OK. I had no problem even went dancing and on and off a boat. I arrived home and had a few twinges, but Christmas took over and I thoroughly enjoyed it! Especially being with my family and seeing my 13 months old Great Grandson Tyler's joy and excitement. Then I had time to stop and there were twitches. Within a week I was limping like an old lady. (Yes I know I am an old lady, but usually I just feel like a young lady who isn't very well.) Anyway this week I have found out I have cracked my hip and it's healed. Not sure what's next, but do know an injection of cortisone works miracles for me.
I feel stir crazy right now, first no housework, no keep fit. I really need a couple of weeks in Malta again. I haven't to bob my head up and down because of my eye. Then the weather has been crap, (not sure if that's a real swear word,) If old ladies shouldn't use it, sorry, but the weather has been just that.
I have been to see two movies this past couple of weeks. The powers that be, have realised that as well as the gay pound, there is the grey pound. At last they are making films for us oldies. I totaly enjoyed The Marigold Hotel and now Quartet, is showing the generations that we are still thinking and behaving just like they do. Of course we are a little slower, but we can get there!
I also went to see, La Mis, and loved it, three hours flew by and of course you would have to be a tough woman not to have cried when the song, Bring Him Home, was sung. Especially at this time when we are still losing young people to war.
The Evening Mail has just arrived it's in it's new format and I like it. I opened it on Russell Grants stars, I like him he was so funny and nice on Dancing With The Stars. Anyway my stars couldn't be truer. This is what he says. Time is of the essence, well that bit couldn't be truer! Then he says, Take the first step towards your dream. If he knows me that well, shouldn't it be last step?
I'm planning on going to my dear friend's daughters, wedding in Chicago on 1st June, and as long as the cortisone works, I'm going to be there.
I'm sitting here looking out of my window and the sky is completly grey, could be snow. Here on Walney Island we have had two and a half days of snow and that's not even together. I stocked up more than three weeks ago, because we were told we would be having snow. Wanted it really, it's so lovely and a few days wouldn't harmed.
Well I'm starting to go on so will say goodbye.
Take care all, and be happy.