At home doing chores and dhobi-ing, after the secretarial and accounting and emailing...phew a busy morning. And so busy walking the dogs I completely missed out on breakfast!
"What, no breakfast, I hear you say?!" It was one of this mornings, the morning after a Bank Holiday when you're off and out as soon as possible, after the doggies walk if you can't take them with you, so of course, there were things to do.
So, back home from our walk, hang out the washing and tidy up and finally, have lunch at about 2pm. Then it's back up to the office and finish off letters begun this morning.
So now I have my family historian hat on, for I'm writing to organisations which just might be able to assist me with my quest for info on my mother and aunt, both SRN's. If only I'd asked beforehand, what they'd done and where they'd worked. But, and I guess this is a universal truth, one generally doesn't get to know ones parents as people in their own right, until you get to an age to ask about their lives, and often by that time they are no longer alive or have begun to forget, or don't want to remember.
That's not always the case, of course, and I know of some very fortunate people whose aged P's are more than alive and well; they're sprightly, lively and full of chatter about their lives, and of their children too, when very young.
With my letters there is a more than definite probability that no researchable answers will be forthcoming, for time waits for no-one, not even ardent family historians. But it's my view that one needs to keep asking questions, keep probing away at memories of what has been, because this gives one a tremendous sense of achievement and of involvement.
"You've become involved with your ancestor's lives, which is very fulfilling! And the sideways research can be just so enlivening, too?"
Time centred and relevant living details, filling in the gaps with info on the wider place issues; historical factors, happenings which engrossed all persons at a relevant time, town and country-wide; and worldwide events to break your heart and mourn the dear and lost loved ones.
The luxury of having something compelling and interesting to do simply cannot be under-estimated, and doing it at a time and place to suit, simply fabulous. You cannot afford to be complacent, however, and you really must keep alert to the possibility of change and alteration to your present state, for life is full of change and disarray, and it all might happen to you, sometime or other?
"Life happens when you're not looking, so do keep looking down that long road ahead, just in case?!!"
I was gearing up to cook supper, having walked the dogs again when posting my letters, and was
cosily sitting down with a mug of tea, when one of our company announced we were eating out for supper. Their day had not gone as planned and they needed their spirits lifted, so let off the hook, I was able to ring my sister and catch up with her news. It was her daughter's birthday and she was looking forward to a nice chat with her; and it's a nieces birthday today, too. Life becomes awfully busy sometimes, don't you find?
Today, it's buns day, just like in The Railway Children, you know, when the lovely Mother can buy fruit buns for her children because she's managed to sell one of her stories, giving her children's lives a little lift, at a very difficult period for all of them. Well, it's our turn for buns today, and I'm keeping mine until this afternoon's tea break, which will be smashing!!
It's a dull, dreary rainy day here and we were drenched this morning out for our walk. Tonight, it's my Zumba class, then supper and some favourite television programmes to watch.
Speak to you later........Daisy
PS I do hope the weather is better where you are?
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