There is not a lot to be said about Acton, a small hamlet in Staffordshire. You could so easily drive through it without knowing and yet, without its existence, I may well not have existed!
The one building that is there, an old Wesleyan Methodist Church that closed in 2003, is where my father, Charles Matthews, went to Sunday School, then to Chapel. Where he met my mother Irene Lily Matthews, née Talbot. Where they first started courting, all very prim and proper in those days. Where Dad first qualified for his 75 years as a Methodist Local Preacher.
I will add some photographs to a later post, and give a little more detail. I thought it appropriate that for the last of my two years worth of Lundi limericks (Lundi being french for Monday, for those who hadn’t noticed!!) I should write about somewhere extra special.
This needs no introduction whatsoever, other than to say what a wonderful tribute it is.
Seventy Five Years In The Passing..A D-Day Tribute. Seventy five years in the passing, The 6th of June; brave troops amassing. Nobody knew how countless would pay, For saving our souls that proud D-Day. From hillsides, valleys, towns & moors, They set off, leaving British shores. A rendezvous of military purpose, They called it Piccadilly…
For Paddy, and all those unsung heroes who are the salt of the earth, thanks to Colleen for introducing some of them to us.
We approached an Irish monument. I’m always excited to see the world as it used to be, or relics of it and use my imagination to create how I think it was. It was late in the day and only stragglers wandered about. As I stepped through the gates I could see an elderly man […]
Thank you to Jim Adams, who tirelessly hosts Song Lyric Sunday and gives us the chance to share lots of favourite, and some not so familiar, songs.
The theme for this week is Mom/Mother/Flowers
If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.
Obviously the theme this week is to help celebrate Mother’s Day, and today, 12th March we celebrate the most important people on the planet in the following countries:
Anguilla, Antigua and Barbuda, Aruba, Australia, Austria, Bahamas,Bangladesh, Barbados, Belgium, Belize, Benin, Bermuda, Bhutan,Bonaire, Botswana, Brazil, Brunei, Cambodia, Canada, CaymanIslands, Central African Republic, Chad, Chile, China, Colombia, Congo, Ivory Coast, Croatia, Cuba, Curaasao, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Denmark, Dominica, Ecuador, Equatorial Guinea, Estonia, Ethiopia, Fiji, Finland, Germany, Gabon, Gambia, Ghana, Greece, Greenland, Grenada, Guyana, Honduras, Hong Kong, Iceland, India, Italy, Jamaica, Japan, Kenya, Latvia, Liberia, Liechtenstein,Macau, Malaysia, Malta, Myanmar, Namibia, New Zealand, Netherlands, Pakistan, Papa New Guinea, Peru, Philippines, Puerto Rico, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Saint Lucia, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Samoa, Sint Maarten, Singapore, Slovakia, South Africa, Suriname, Switzerland, Taiwan, Tanzinia, Tonga, Trinidadand Tobago, Turkey, Uganada, Ukraine, United States, Uruguay, Vietnam, Venezuela, Zambia, Zimbabwe
As it is not Mother’s Day in the UK, or Mothering Sunday as my Mum would always point out to me, I am going to be self-indulgent and choose a song from my youth. I might even choose 2!
If you are a Mom, Mum, Mother, Ma, Mummy, or any other version of the name that epitomises the one person in the world that we can none of us do without, “Thank You” for your unique gift of life that you gave to us all. Happy Mother’s Day to you.
Please sit back, and enjoy some flowers in the rain, played by The Move (the first pop song to be played, in full, on BBC Radio 1):
Woke up one morning half asleep With all my blankets in a heap And yellow roses scattered all around The time was still approaching four I couldn’t stand it anymore Saw marigolds upon my eiderdown
I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain Feel the power of the rain keeping me good
So I lay upon my side With all the windows open wide Couldn’t pressurise my head from speaking Hoping not to make a sound I pushed my bed into the grounds In time to catch the sight that I was seeking
I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain Feel the power of the rain keeping me good
If this perfect pleasure has to be Then this is paradise to me If my pillow’s getting wet I don’t see that it matters much to me
I heard the flowers in the breeze Make conversation with the trees Relieved to leave reality behind me With my commitments in a mess My sleep has gone away depressed In a world of fantasy you’ll find me
I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain Feel the power of the rain keeping me good
Watching flowers in the rain Flowers in the rain Power flowers in the rain Flower power in the rain
The bonus is the song “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)” written by John Phillips, of The Mamas and Papas, and sung by Scott McKenzie. It was released in May 1967, to promote the Monterey Pop Festival. Many young people, who would have wished to be there, were far away from the love and the music, fighting, and dying, in Vietnam. A few of their Moms will still be alive, so, today, I think of them.
We do not celebrate Thanksgiving in the UK. Perhaps we should.
In any case, I am thankful for many things, and often take those things for granted.
Thank you to all bloggers, whether I follow you, or not. Thank you for being part of a good world, and for sharing freely with others. Thank you to Bridget for posting this!
For the wife Who says it’s hot dogs tonight Because she is home with me And not out with someone else. For the husband Who is on the sofa Being a couch potato Because he is home with me And not out at the bars. For the teenager Who is complaining about doing dishes Because […]
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