Thursday, December 08, 2011
Golden anniversaries.
Golden anniversaries - 50 years of experience.
I have been through a box of papers, that has been at Ifield for years and years, today.
Tied up with golden ribbon were the cards my grandparents received on their Golden Wedding.
They meant a lot to the celebrating couple, of course. But they mean almost nothing to me.
Many of the cards were from people never known by me - friends and neighbours.
Others were from family and their names are known and some vague memories remain.
A couple married for 50 years seemed to be very old.
So, how can it be that Pete and Jean will be celebrating their Golden Wedding in less than a year? Bill and I are 3 years behind them.
I have no pictures of my Granny and Grandad on their wedding day.
This was taken not long after their wedding, before Grandad set off for war.
And here they are on their Golden Wedding Day. (picture by Bill).
What a sense of fun they have!
The love that carried them through personal traumas and war time is very much in evidence.
I am glad for my memories of them - but I don't need the cards.
But it is not the only 50th anniversary that has been discussed today.
Next September it will be 50 years since I embarked on teacher training at Maria Grey College, near Richmond in Surrey.
Twelve of us young girls were thrown together - from very different backgrounds. But 50 years later we are still in touch and meet up sometimes.
Plans are now afoot for next September 22nd to meet up in Richmond.
Today I spoke with Kate about it.
And - good seredipity moment - in the box that came from Ifield is a copy of the Maria Grey College book of 1962.
It has a list of staff members and details of student loans (yes, even in those days!). A student could make application for a loan, not exceeding £20.
I had my hair washed, cut and blow dried this afternoon. I would have got just £6 change out of my £20 loan!
Many reading this will wonder where I get it done so cheaply!
Well, ask for Rob at the hairdressers at Southgate Parade.
Rob is going through hell - and for half an hour I become his listening post.
His partner is very ill - very ill indeed. She has been in a bad way for a couple of years now. Almost certainly she has cancer of the liver - the hospice and MacMillan nurses are involved. Thank goodness - Rob must turn to them for support.
Today he was just so angry - she had an appointment for a scan today. The necessary transport which should have been provided had been forgotten.
How has the UK weather been for you? Ashley was concerned about the wind strength in Newcastle.
It's not been too bad here.
But in view of the weather and Bill's chesty infection we decided not to go to Dorking for their evening of fun and late night shopping.
I have been through a box of papers, that has been at Ifield for years and years, today.
Tied up with golden ribbon were the cards my grandparents received on their Golden Wedding.
They meant a lot to the celebrating couple, of course. But they mean almost nothing to me.
Many of the cards were from people never known by me - friends and neighbours.
Others were from family and their names are known and some vague memories remain.
A couple married for 50 years seemed to be very old.
So, how can it be that Pete and Jean will be celebrating their Golden Wedding in less than a year? Bill and I are 3 years behind them.
I have no pictures of my Granny and Grandad on their wedding day.
This was taken not long after their wedding, before Grandad set off for war.
And here they are on their Golden Wedding Day. (picture by Bill).
What a sense of fun they have!
The love that carried them through personal traumas and war time is very much in evidence.
I am glad for my memories of them - but I don't need the cards.
But it is not the only 50th anniversary that has been discussed today.
Next September it will be 50 years since I embarked on teacher training at Maria Grey College, near Richmond in Surrey.
Twelve of us young girls were thrown together - from very different backgrounds. But 50 years later we are still in touch and meet up sometimes.
Plans are now afoot for next September 22nd to meet up in Richmond.
Today I spoke with Kate about it.
And - good seredipity moment - in the box that came from Ifield is a copy of the Maria Grey College book of 1962.
It has a list of staff members and details of student loans (yes, even in those days!). A student could make application for a loan, not exceeding £20.
I had my hair washed, cut and blow dried this afternoon. I would have got just £6 change out of my £20 loan!
Many reading this will wonder where I get it done so cheaply!
Well, ask for Rob at the hairdressers at Southgate Parade.
Rob is going through hell - and for half an hour I become his listening post.
His partner is very ill - very ill indeed. She has been in a bad way for a couple of years now. Almost certainly she has cancer of the liver - the hospice and MacMillan nurses are involved. Thank goodness - Rob must turn to them for support.
Today he was just so angry - she had an appointment for a scan today. The necessary transport which should have been provided had been forgotten.
How has the UK weather been for you? Ashley was concerned about the wind strength in Newcastle.
It's not been too bad here.
But in view of the weather and Bill's chesty infection we decided not to go to Dorking for their evening of fun and late night shopping.
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