MEMORIES
For days now I have tried to drum up a memory that I could sit down and write a piece on but to no avail, not that I don’t have any, I just have too many and when I choose one others come crowding in, like Joan’s first trip to a cinema when I thought her eyes would roll out when she saw the size of the screen.
Then if we had a power cut the kids would have a concert. Kathleen banged on the piano, Mandy and Michael played guitar, Anna had a tambourine and Joan did percussion with two pot lids. Rob at that time was “still a bit of fluff in God’s pocket” (as my mother would say), but later on when he was old enough he came in with the tin whistle. We still love a get-together and belt out a few tunes now and then.
My regret when I look back is the only thing I learned to play is the radio and I’m afraid Robert is in the same boat, we both do a little dancing, but even at that the kids outdo us every time.
In writing this piece I brought to mind half forgotten events, some happy, some sad, some funny and some that makes me cry, but they are all treasured memories and I hold them close to my heart.
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