Sadly I won’t be able to visit here today. Its 50 miles away and currently just so out of reach. My mind will wander there today. Not for too long as my mother would give me a stern talking-to for fussing too much. So I will make myself a cup of tea and take a few moments to remember some mum memories.

  • Her famous meat and two vegetables Sunday lunches. She even amended that to Quorn and two vegetables for an awkward son. Followed by the best ever apple crumble and custard.
  • How she would call everyone (including the pets) Pidge so that she never forgot a name. You knew you were in trouble when she called you by your real name,
  • Going to her house and hearing Sinatra or Cash singing as you went through the door,
  • Walking into her living room and her first words being, Do you want a cup of tea and a biscuit,
  • Sat on a plane at Heathrow Airport with her and she started eating toffees to stop her ears popping. She finished all three packets of sweets before the plane had even started taxiing. And yes her ears popped,
  • The day she went into a small shop for a paper and she ended up being smiled at by one of Europe’s best footballers, who had come in for a prematch chocolate bar,
  • Every year asking me to put a 10p bet on the big horse race. I never told her that I always made the bet up to a £1,
  • Her refusing to be called Granny or Great Granny, so she became little Nan,
  • Every time I would take Hawklad round to see Little Nan on a Sunday and she would somehow have managed to find another Mr Men book which he had never read,
  • Mum with my oldest sister running out of the Dracula museum in a fit of giggles when a man dressed up as the Prince of Darkness had unexpectedly appeared behind them,
  • On a morning finding various little garden birds stood patiently in her kitchen waiting to be fed.

And so many more memories from a truly wonderful mum. So it’s time for a cup of tea and a biscuit. Time to remember. Days like this that photographs from so many years ago become treasures.

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  3. I love being able to see the little girl in the grown lady. What wonderful memories of your mum. Nice just listing the memories. I might do the same on my mother’s birthday. Better than a physical visit to her burial place! xox

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      1. We’re almost 300 miles away from the Book of Remembrance at the Crem for my parents, though my sister seems to think we should be able to go regularly (she has never made the journey to visit us, not even when we were local actually!, so has no idea of journey times, let alone the difficulties we face on long journeys anyway), so we light a candle in birthdays, anniversaries, Mother’s and Father’s days, and if we do visit a church, light one for them there too. It doesn’t matter where we are, they are there too.

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      3. Sad. I was there when my Dad’s ashes were scattered, but too far away for Mum’s. I sat at the piano and played Wind Beneath my Wings at the time hers were being scattered. I cried from the first note until the last.

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  8. Remember your mother. Parents are precious, as we only get two. I lost my father when I was 17 years old, so I hold my own mother, my remaining parent, as very precious to my heart. I couldn’t even imagine losing her, as well.

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  17. Lovely memories and photos. I so love those old photographs. Your mum was definitely a keeper and a smile maker. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree my friend. Hope today has brought you some smiles and peace.

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  27. Your Mum sounds right up my street – proper lass.

    Love the photograph of her as a young woman she looks great. Can’t work out whether she looks in military / services uniform, a bad-ass La Resistance lady or if she was just way ahead of her time and had excellent taste in clothing 🙂

    Also love the mental image of birds patiently waiting for breakfast. I’m sold on a theory that animals decide which humans should be allowed into Heaven based on what they know of a person and whether they treated them cruelly or kindness. 10p on the “big horse race” says there wasn’t much debate and your Mum still has birds hanging out and queuing like hungry builders outside the bacon butty van!

    The use of “Pidge” is a wise move. My Dad used to call every lady he sort of / kind of knew “Ethel” or “Flower” and for the menfolk it was “Fettler”

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  29. Your memories are wonderful and precious. So glad we all have them to make us smile… and keep us from falling apart. Been reliving moments with my mom as the first anniversary of her passing approaches. As much as it hurts… I can smile.

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