Monday 12 February 2007

Memories.......................




The other day I was browsing through some of my favourite blogs when I found Art's and she was talking about places and memories. Well, first I have to apologise to Art for stealing her idea, but she made me think.




Her place was a road and so is mine. I grew up in a house that was on a long Roman Road. If I stood outside the front and looked into the distance I could see the church on a hill. The church was alone on the hill, with a large golden ball on the top of its tower.




I have travelled along that road so many times. For school. To shop. My man and I were married in the church and as I drove to the church that bright August day my heart was filled with love and excitement. The car was an old vintage Wolsey that could only make about 20 miles an hour. All the neighbours came out to wave me off and I sat next to my Dad, clutching his hand. He wasn't a man that liked to hold hands.






My sister travelled along that road, in the same car for her wedding, in the same church. A day full of rain, but my girl looked like a princess all the same.






And along that road we travelled in the black cars to the same church. Where we said goodbye to my Dad. Daddy. And the neighbours came out , this time hanging their hatless heads as tears dripped onto the road's pavement.






And still my Mum lives in the house on that road. Each time I drive there, I come over the crest of the hill to see the valley stretched out before me, cut in half by the road that holds so many memories.




5 comments:

B said...

What a heartfelt post! And beautiful pictures to go with!

trixie stix said...

I want to write something poetic. But I can't. You see, we have the same memories of a church, a daddy and two weddings . . . only thousands of miles apart. Joyful and resplendent.

And oddly, we also share the funeral of our fathers in those same churches. It's just too close and too soon to talk about. But oh, I love my memories too.

Your posts continue to inspire me.

Unknown said...

Trixie, thank you so much.My heart goes out to you - I understand - this is the first time I've written about my Dad. S

FarmWife said...

Beautiful memories and pictures. I can say for a fact that Art won't mind.

I like your new list of things about yourself. Queen Mother loves The Waltons...named Princess after one of the girls...I grew up with them.

Unknown said...

AAAAAaaaaaagh !!! I can't sign in to write my blog !! Blogger or some other over officious part of my computer won't let me. I am soooo cross!!!!! ###****!!!!