Mmmm – if I was asked to read a book about all that has happened in my life – would I? Bearing in mind that I would have to read it to the end …
The answer to that question is undoubtedly an enthusiastic `Yes`. I think I would prefer to read it on my Kindle because in traditional book form it would take up many volumes and be very heavy to hold. This is not only because I have done many things but also because I am now in my 77th year so, just in view of that, a lot has happened!
Why am I so enthusiastic about this project? – well – in common with many of my advanced years, I do tend to reminisce – as Wordsworth wrote in `Daffodils` – `For oft when on my couch I lie – in vacant or in pensive mood – they flash upon that inward eye – which is the bliss of solitude`.
Not that I spend too much time on my couch or too much time on my own – Goosey and George and my rather hectic lifestyle see to that. But I know there are so many little things that I have forgotten and what a joy it would be to rediscover them. I would chortle with glee or sit silently blushing (always supposing I have not lost the ability to blush) at my rediscovered happenings.
One of my sorrows is that I did not speak enough either to my parents or grandparents about their lives – why don`t we do this? When we are younger I suppose there is nothing more boring than having to sit and listen to the old `un rambling down Memory Lane, whilst we stifle our yawns and surreptitiously glance at our wristwatches to find a time when we can politely make our excuses to slip away and get back into our exciting present.
Some years ago now I received a beautifully written letter from Michael (my eldest grandson who was then about 9) – it was part of his school project and he had written to ask me to reply in writing telling him what I did in World War II. It was such a pleasure to share with him being a small girl sheltering during an air raid with her father in the cupboard under the stairs whilst her mother was out with the Civil Defence rescuing victims of the bombing raid. And sending him a poem from a book I have kept written by Enid Blyton called `Salute the Children` making a tribute to the contribution made by children during WWII by having to go without sweets, bananas, oranges, new clothes, food treats, ice cream etc. His teacher was delighted and I think my letter came top of the class! To the best of my recollection that is the only time any of my four grandchildren have questioned me about my life and I do try and refrain from inflicting my memories upon them. I suppose the day will dawn when my sons and their children may perhaps wonder and I sometimes think I should write an autobiography just for family use when I have popped my clogs! On the other hand were such a book as suggested by this Prompt were to exist it would save me the trouble of writing it! :-)