Day 2 Loveuary. New Parents.

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

Today my  poem is  the  immediate love  I  saw   blossom in my son for  his  first  son,  the love  for  them  both  from his  wife and my love for them all.

Guess  what  there is  another Newbie  on the  way,due in June  and another  boy!

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Father Love. 

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His hands are too big,
Like his heart and the love he has to give .
His fear is tangible but he holds the baby
His own his son a leader of men …maybe.
This life these eyes dependent on him
My boy my lad his heart begins to sing.
She just smiles as she watches.

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Love Is In Da Blog: Granparents

Juat  fooling  around  with Bee said :No matter where your experience comes from with your grandparents allow yourself today to delve into your memories of your grandparents and let them come alive for us. Chose any way or form you like and I am looking forward to read your posts.

Grandparents

I only  remember  meeting   one  set  of grandparents  and on only  one  occaision. I  believe  it  was  my  mother’s  parents  as  we had  gone  to Oxford  to see  them. The  house as I see it in my  mind  was dark, brown painwork  and cream walls. No  doubt  all my  brothers  and sisters  who are older  than  me  will be throwing  their hands up  in shock  but  in all honesty  that  is  the impression  I have  to this  day.

Unfortunately for  me the  situation was going to get worse. I remember  sitting  on  a chair  and not  being  quite  high  enough  to reach  the table. The  dinner  was chicken, boiled chiken.To  this  day I hate  boiled  chicken, I did not  want  to eat  it , I did not  want  to smell it….. I still  don’t.

I cannot  be sure  but  I  think I  got into big  trouble for  being naughty  and not  wanting  to eat  my  dinner.Sadly  that is  the only  memory I have  of my real  grandparents.

Luckily  for  me  I  have  wonderful  memories  of Oxford. Aunty  Glad  and Uncle  Jack, they  were  the grandparents  to  my  cousin Lyndy ( who  was actually  my  cousin’s  daughter  but I  did not  clock on to  that  until I was older). Uncle Jack  was  my Mothers  brother he  was  a round  and happy  chap and  Aunty  Glad  was a thin  and wiry little  lady. I remember  there  was always  two  weeks in the summer holidays  when I was sent  to stay  with them all. I loved  have  my  cousin  on hand, Lyndy  was an only  child of a  single  Mum, and I was  the youngest  of  six  by  ten years  so we were almost both like only  children, and so  close in age  ( My Mum  having  me  in her late  forties  and  my  cousin  having  Lyndy when she was still  very young. ) We had a whale  of  a time . I remember playing out  late, something I could only  do in the garden at  home on  my  own but  at Lyndy’s we played in the street and with her  friends.

Aunty Glad had  what seemed like a huge  field of  a  garden  with  gooseberry  bushes  and rasberries and I remember  helping Uncle  Reg  pick  the fruit and  preparing  them in the kitchen with Aunty Glad! I loved  sharing  a room with Lyndy  we used  to talk and  plan  the  next  days excitement.

Lyndy  use  to spend  the other  two weeks of  the holidays  with  me up  in London. I  know  she loved staying  with us  in our  small and often crowded  house. I  think  Uncle  Reg  and Aunty Glad were  more  like grandparents  to  me  because  by  the  time I was able  to apreciate  them,  all mine  were dead.

Now  my Mum  also  had  two  very  good friends one of  whom was Aunty Betty. A wonderful  woman who  never  stopped  talking  at  great  speed. She  was a tall woman  and had a heart  of  gold. She  was married  to Uncle  Dick  who was a quiet man of  medium stature. He  too was lovely. My Mum and Aunty  Betty  where childhood friends and were bridesmaids  to each  other.

They  had a huge house, they  let one  floor out to students  from the Universities.  I always remember  there  was a bathroom in the  dinning  room! Yes it was strange  a  huge wood  and  glass erection  with  curtains. The  sides of  the walls did not reach  the ceiling …OH! it  was strange! Aunty  Betty  taught me  how  to bake  and make  lemonade, knit and hundreds of  other  things.

I used  to share a  room at  the top of  the house with Aunty Betty’s  only daughter who  was ten years older than me  and I thought  she was so glamourous ( there hangs a story  but not  for now or  even on this blog). The  best thing about  the room was  the view from the window in the eves I could  see all of  the Oxford  Spires  and in late sun , moonlight  or even sunrise they did  glitter. Right in the centre of  the  view  was Old Tom  the bell tower. I loved  to hear  his chimes.

Sadly now Uncle Dick, Aunty  Betty are  long gone. Their  Daughter is  somewhere in America  she cut  herself  off  from us  all.

My Mum was not  very  well when I was  a child  which  one  of  the reasons  for  my  Summer  and Easter  Holidays in Oxford.  Mum was in hospital  more  than once  and often during  school time. Now  I could  not  go  to Oxford  and miss  school however  much I  would of  liked to. So I went  half a  mile  up  the road  and around  the corner  to  stay  with Aunty George! Her real name was Anne  but  for some reason  she was called Aunty George. Now  she  and Mr George and  their  three  grown up  children  lived in a  beautiful house very similar  to the one  pictured  here!

Whenever I had  to stay there I slepped in the  girls  room and  the  girls  who  were in the upper  and lower  sixth  at  the school I was attending  though I was in the  junior part  of  the school, would take  me to and from school on the bus!

Aunty George  had  a huge  kitchen and a scullery, she  even had a twintub washing  machine! We did not have a washing machine of  any type in our  house. It was a lovely  house  and they were lovely  people. I used to love  going to  church  with the girls on Sunday. They  were in the choir and I joined  too. I loved  to sing and to hear  the two girls beautiful  voices.

Memories, I  may not of  known my  own grandparents  but I had  plenty  of  surrogates!

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Nearly Grandparent Haiku

Glad  to help  and teach

To step in and fill the breach

Loving  memories

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Just a thought I pray I  get the chance  to be a good grandma to my Newbie

 

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 

 

 

 

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