Sunday, 12 August 2012
I have been lucky enough to have two happy marriages. The first one lasted thirty-nine years, until my husband died in 1991 and the second one has lasted nineteen years in a week's time and is just as happy in a completely different kind of way. This is probably a good thing as there are few, if any, points of comparison, which is good all round for everyone concerned.
Of course I have many memories and I often try to keep them alive, if only for the sake of my son and his memories of his father. But every now and then I get a nudge of a memory about which I haven't thought for years, and I had just such a memory yesterday when my son and his wife returned from a day out with the Solitary Walker and his wife. (Dominic and Mrs Solitary Walker are cousins).
He brought back an envelope of old photographs for me and looking through them was really strange. I have printed one for you above. In those days we used to have quite mad parties at the house of my sister-in-law. There was never a shortage of drink going round and there waa always, always, music as most of my brothers-in-law (my husband was one of twelve!) were very musical and played various instruments - flute, clarinet and/or guitar. At these parties the guitar came top and the players had a fund of old songs which they knew and which they could play for the whole night. We all knew the words and we all sang and played.
My instrument is piano and that was not possible but I also played in an early music group and had a stack of recorders from very high to very low and I used to love playing an obligato above the guitars on these occasions. Here I am, about thirty-five or forty years ago, playing at just such a party. You can see it is in the days of those fine cotton long Indian style dresses - I really thought I was the bees knees in it and wore it with long boots!
The parties were legendary within the family. Of course they are no more - many of them have passed away and the others are pretty dispersed. But it was lovely to be reminded of those days - I haven't thought of them for ages. All these memories, tucked into niches in our brains, just waiting to pop out on the right occasion eh?