I guess you have all realised I have lost my last Memories page. So hopefully I am going to put back on the copy I always write before I put it on here.I say hopefully because I have already tried twice. Takes quite a time for common sense to start to work for me. This time I think I've cracked it. I said to a friend I think I am losing my memory, I keep forgetting things. She laughed, and said, 'You must have lost it early because you were the same in your forties.'
Anyway here goes and if it's wrong again I think I'll hang my boots up. No one can say I'm not a tryer! Well here it is and you don't want to know how the top of my head had nearly blown off trying to get PASTE up. Now, I know this is something faulty with my blog because I have been doing the same thing for 18 months, and thick I might be. but not this thick. :-(((((
Where has our summer gone?
I decided to jot things down that I thought might be interesting to write about this last couple of weeks. Just picked note book up and most of my notes don’t make sense. My shorthand hasn’t left me with very much that I can decipher. So I guess I will just have to ramble on the same as
One of my notes says, ‘Age of husband.’ I have no idea whose husband I was going to write about or why I found something interesting about any husband. Sorry, that doesn’t sound right, I have no problem with husbands. Just haven’t had one for thirty eight years.
Life is so confusing at times! I have a very dear friend who has been diagnosed with dementia this
last twelve months. He is eleven years younger than me and it has made me feel so sad for him. It has been a shock as he has kept himself fit, sporty, and been moderate in everything also is one of the kindest man you could meet. I am mentioning this because dementia has been in the news a lot these past few weeks. They say that music is a great help to them, as it brings back memories. I go into retirement homes to read my books, and talk about our war in Barrow. I was at one home and a lady who was just sat in a chair with her head down, didn’t seem to be taking much notice of what was going on. ‘I find many of the residents want to talk about their experiences; they feel that no one realises just what they went through. Many of them are really humorous and many are
really quite sad.’ But back to this lady who always sat quietly in her own world. As I was talking to everyone, out of the blue she sat straight up and started to sing all the old WW2 war songs, such as, ‘There’ll Be Blue Birds Over The White Cliffs Of Dover, Roll Out The Barrel,’ and several others. Many of the others joined in and it was lovely to listen to them. After she finished she started to
tell me that she used to live on Barrow Island, and worked all her life at our Lakeland laundry. Although she was quite confused it was wonderful to see her animation come back for a while.
On Saturday last we had a great show on at our Furness Abbey. People were dressed in Medieval costume and using cooking utensils from that era. There were free buses from out Dock Museum, I set off to go but when I arrived at the museum I wasn’t feeling too good. Just an off day but I had to
miss it, still they are having another one on 30th August. I am looking forward to visiting this one.
Last Sunday I went to a Ulverston, Food Fare, it was really busy and the smells were delightful.
There were stalls of local Cumbrian bread bakers, wonderful cheese stalls, lots of local made pies and jars of all kinds of delights to taste or buy. There were also local farmers showing their fresh meat off but, as I don’t eat it, I passed them by.
It was one of our beautiful sun shiny days, just made for meandering amongst all the stalls. The Coronation Hall, had a Vintage Fair on, my friend Joyce and myself had tea and cakes served vintage style, lovely old table cloth and old china. There was a young woman in nineteen forties dress,
and make up and she sang all the oldies. Her voice was so right for the time, in all it was a perfect day.
I have been watching some of the TT races as I used to love going to the Isle Of Man. It brought back a memory to me of the time when I had one young son and one on the way. We were friends with the neighbours across the back from us and he had a motor bike with a sidecar. They also had one child and one on the way. We decided it would be nice to have a trip out to Morecambe. So
my husband and his friend, sat on the bike and we sat in the sidecar with our child on our knee. We had a lovely day, can you imagine, it being allowed now. We would probably be up for child cruelty and dangerous driving. Those were the days!
I had another great day out with my oldest Grandson Liam, his wife Daniel and of course my Great Grandson Tyler. We went to the Owl and The Pussy Cat, it has a playground for children. It brought more memories back as I took the three boys there. It was quite a shock as it didn’t seem any time since I did that with them. The only thing daddy looked after Tyler. I had three happy, boutrious boys and sometimes they reminded me of a saying my x father in law used to have. It was watching three boys was like holding a jar of wrigling worms. I had a second childhood when they were young.
This has been a wonderful, both happy and sad week as all the media has celebrated our heroes from WW2. I will write more about them next week. I have to got go now, have a terible cold and need Beechams and whisky. The whiskey might not cure it, but you feel much happier.
Bye all and be happy.