I woke up this morning in a great mood................Even though the sun was shining directly into my eye on awakening and the sound of traffic outdid the birdsong, I felt good, perhaps this is due to having slept a whole night, something I haven’t done for years.I tried not to get up and start working as I usually do, or check my emails or my inbox, or to check my mobile for missed calls, and thought of how I actually have a day off..............Normally I would indulge by doing something fun and treating myself, as a day off for me (and most mums) is rare indeed...No I find myself cleaning the house, tidying up the garden and prepping for this evening’s meal with my closest pals and blood and non blood family (all family to me). The house is looking good and the kitchen is sparkling and the crisp cotton sheets are on the bed, all this and it’s only mid morning, but I did spend some daydreaming time remembering incidents in my life...............................When I was a child the idea of reaching middle age seemed an impossibility to me, I never thought I would make it, not sure why, just something that seemed far away and impossible. I keep asking myself whether I have achieved anything or if I have made a difference to any lives, and thought about all the positive influences in my life, my beautiful teachers Mrs Singer, my Father, and the brief time I spent with my grandmothers. For some strange reason I kept on remembering, and I remembered everything........The first time I saw my Dad...............The day a baby from Hampden Road was brought home and how I was allowed to cuddle it and hold it very carefully ( Adrian Power).....I remembered days out with the school, going to Watford Theatre with my Marish Infant School class and seeing Old King Cole (was that when my love of theatre started?). ........................The days Dad turned up for Open Day and the pride I felt, ..........................and I remember the racist incident that prompted me to join Langley Library and what a good decision that was........ I remember the day a lady called me the little coloured girl for the first time, and then I became promoted to “the little coloured girl from the library”....I thought about how Dad always walked to work, even though he could get a lift. Perhaps he liked meeting people on the way, perhaps he wanted to clear his head? And many more, so am writing some of those memories down. Not all are happy, but what is a life without pain, what is a life without joy. Nobody has lived a life without mistakes or pain. As you get older you learn that the most important things are not things, (I confess I love some of my “things”) but the people you might lose or gain. Keep the ones who love you.....Life is too short!
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 10:03:18 +0000
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