I suddenly find myself almost a year older. Strange I didn’t notice the days, weeks and months whizzing by. Coincidentally I found a box of postcards yesterday so sorted them out in the sun in garden. Some I realised I had sent to loved ones, so how I got them back I don’t know. I recognised many of the images but long forgotten details of my life flashed past. Umm a mixed blessing!
Some of the tales behind my old postcards.
I can’t believe that I still have Auntie Muriel’s postcard sent for my birthday when I was five.
There were three cards from my mother whilst on tour in a show in Germany in 1955 that told of how much she was really missing us. I’d forgotten all about that.
There was a card from Gibraltar from father’s mother on her way to visit us from Australia in 1960. She was 60 at the time and had always been a bit outspoken, so was that the reason I was the only one able to meet her at Tilbury? But I then I remembered her incredibly hard life and playing with tops, the only toy available on visits to her tiny flat in Brecknock Road, London. Now tops has to be the subject of a new poem. Grandma’s Tops…..(to be continued)
There were cards to from my children when I was in hospital. A card to my parents from my youngest son on honeymoon. And so it went on, card upon card, some with touching detail from people I had almost forgotten.
Around my birthday time sons, daughters in law and grandchildren meet at our favourite Tapas Bar in Brighton for a wonderful meal. We have done this for the last 12 years. But now the grandchildren appear to have turned into young men, how did that happen?
“How quickly time passes when you are enjoying yourself” as my old granny used to say,
Good luck with the search for postcards and for those with relatives with memory loss, an old postcard of the seaside can be a good prompt.
I’ve just noticed I been blogging for five years, is this insanity or something to else to celebrate?