Gifted and Talented

         
Hello Mammy, How are you?
Last year I sent you a picture of Verity just about to begin school. You can see now that a year later she has become a pirate, with one hooked hand.
I remember that Dad had lost a finger in a pit accident, but he never had a hook did he?
On Monday Harriette was off school with an upset tummy – vomiting etc. And the next day she passed the bug onto Verity, so we had her with us all day yesterday. As always Lynne organised her with artwork and cooking all day long. Verity is a very bright girl, and has been placed on the gifted and talented register by the school, which means that teachers have to pay a bit more attention to her development, and make sure that she doesn’t become bored by being able to do class work easily. I recently had a message from Australia to tell me that one of Carl and Helen’s grandchildren had also been put on the gifted and talented register there (north of Sydney).
When on the computer I found that Phyllis Heglund was also on the internet, and she told me that Hilda Ingham’s funeral will be at Pinneroo at 4pm today (October 25). I think Dad’s body was also interred there, but by now Hilda will be talking to Joe in Heaven (and with Fred and John Bowen). Who do you think will get a word in edgeways? You remember Phyllis don’t you? She and her husband used to sing in Joy’s church.
A year ago you may remember that I wrote to you the following
You know as long as I can remember I’ve never known the exact date of your birthday. October 21st – or is it the 22nd in 1915 ?
However, what saves me forgetting the day altogether is that I always remember this special day to be Trafalgar Day! Just why I more easily remember the day when Vice-Admiral Nelson won a naval battle against the French and Spanish navies more than I do the date of my own mother’s birthday is beyond me, but that’s the way it is.
Verity, our first granddaughter started school this week. She is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside.
Earlier this week I wrote to a college friend (Paul Smith) who lives quite close to where you live, near Manston, not too far from the airport –, to congratulate him on his recent 60th birthday. I reminded him that we are all getting older, including me – now 61, and me Mammy, who I said will be 96 in October. But is it 96 or 97?
I quoted him a line of poetry (from TS Elliot) – “I grow old, I grow old, I think I’ll wear my trousers rolled”. It doesn’t mean much, except it was the set text from my A-level English Literature exam. That was the one I overslept for!
Funny now because I’m normally awake by 1.30, and snatch sleep between 3.30 and 6.30!
As I write the month of October is before me.
I remember that Peter was born on October 4. 
What a lovely mam you were to him, for many, many years, before he died.
And what do you think of Malcolm’s new partner, Alex?
Lynne and I are very impressed with her, and hope you are too. 
Well, all that was a year ago, and now we’re all one year older, and one year wiser aren’t we?
Except I still can’t remember whether you were born on October 21st or the 22nd.
Let’s hope I get it right next year! 

Published by Rob

Now 70, I'm getting back into website development and brand protection, as well as showcasing the delightful artistic talents of my beautiful wife Lynne. My projection will encompass a lifetime of database marketing, as well as the Christian democratic socialist ideals of my wife and I.

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