This house holds lots of books. Many are my father’s. He sustained his life by reading after a car accident which took mobility and a job from him. One moment’s distraction; a mother dashing to collect a child from school. Surrounded by books as we are.. I thought a Kindle superfluous. THEN I found PAGES of free poetry collections = a legit. Spend !! And of course, succumbed to book buys. ” The Somme” Hugh Sebag Montefiore.
Me, once more IGNITED.
Here’s today’s table for Grandpa’s tea party. Memories of long ago parties…jellies in waxed paper dishes…red and green. Lots of balloons, crackers, paper hats sliding down over small heads. And my mother-in-law Belle’s glorious table, set with starched embroidered clothes and napkins and those three tiered cake plates, piled high with home made cakes. And my mum..always had “a nice bit of cake, to cut into”. She’d sit at the dropped-down front of the small kitchen cabinet, four-sided metal flour-sieve above her head. Lilian’s weekly Friday bake was either walnut, cherry or seedy cakes; puffing away at her cut-in-half Woodie ( Woodbines), pin stuck into its base. Smoked to its utmost. We had seedy, or walnut, or cherry…all with that touch of ciggie ash. For these mothers, a “proper” tea was loving us. They had lived through a sugarless war.
99 years of living: Mr.Tony Duet
To achieve Ninety Years is becoming commonplace..
What array of feelings does a nonagenarian contain, as the Century approaches?
Answers from Tony’s Memoir in a few weeks time, on our STORY section…
Entitled “an Elder’s story offering a pin-hole into a peep- show of life in the 1930s during and after World War II”