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The ne’er do wells.

Thank you all so much for your kind comments and wonderful memories you shared on my last post, they meant a great deal to me. It was obvious how much we all miss our Mums, and how lucky those of us are who reach our own retirement years before we lose that precious person. To everyone who is loosing their Mother slowly to Alzheimer’s , hang onto the memories of your Mum as you support and love her through these final years. And of course the same goes for Dads, siblings, cousins and friends. The support I have received from family, and friends old and new has been so welcomed and so helpful. Poems and music have been chosen and tears shed. I have stomped about the lanes and pulled up weeds. I am getting there.

So I thought I would tell you more about this picture.

My Dad is the one with the Dalmatian dog, my brother the one with the curly mop by the dog’s face. My friend J is the little girl at the far end , and I am next to her holding onto to the little girl (well spotted Rachel). My Mum is next to my Dad holding onto her cardigan.

Next to her are the parents of my friend J, both also sadly no longer with us. The lady at the far end is also very poorly, but at 94 has had a pretty amazing life. All those adults reached at least 90 years. Reckon it must be down to the bracing winds across the North Sea at Scarborough.

The girl standing up is S. As you can see she was little older than the rest of us. Two beach huts had been taken that year, by the three families for a fortnight. As you can imagine S found the company of us children a bit bothersome, and so spent time with the grown ups. Apparently, and I have forgotten this, we took over one of the beach huts and court marshalled her for consorting with the adults, and found her guilty as charged. Not sure what the punishment was.

I had not seen S for probably 40 years or more. She moved away, I moved away. We both came back but our paths didn’t cross. My brother told J’s brother St about Mum and St told T, who is S’s brother, and so the news spread. And on Friday afternoon she dropped by to see me, and the years melted away……

You see the good thing is she remembers my Mum as she is here in this picture, not as the frail old lady she was last week. And that really helps…

Take care, and thanks,




Comments on: "The ne’er do wells." (14)

  1. The last part of this brought tears to my eyes, or maybe I’ve got a bit of a dust in them….. hugs

  2. We want to hold on to people who share memories with us. It makes them real again. Alzheimer’s is a beast and hopefully one day soon, eradicated. My next door neighbor had it as does my aunt. So hard to watch. I’ll keep good thoughts for you and the family.

  3. What a process you’re going through, with so many poignant and moving moments! I’m glad you rediscovered the old friend who remembered the ne’er-do-wells in their youth! Even in times of grief, we find moments of pleasure. . .

  4. So emotional – tears rolling down my cheeks. Love the way life comes full circle sometimes – sharing happy memories from the past is such a gift. You seem to be navigating your way through the tides of grief so well Cathy. Busy days ahead, take care of you. ❤

  5. oh how wonderful that she stopped by! And you are right, having someone who remembers her from when she was in her prime is a wonderful gift. I still remember when my grandfather’s sister passed away, he told me “there is no one left who called me Johnny.” There was no one who knew him when he was a boy. I can’t imagine how empty that would feel.

  6. The very best thing we can do with the bereaved is share memories – how lovely that S came to see you and how lovely that she could talk about that holiday and, no doubt, much more. What a beautiful picture to have – especially because your mum is centre-stage.

  7. Thanks for filling us in on all your ne’er do wells Cathy – and how wonderful to meet up with S again after all these years and re-live some happy moments.
    I’ve become ‘a bit funny’ with old photos these days – often finding them unbearably poignant even if they’re of people I don’t know. I get unreasonably upset when i see them in junk shops, etc. and wonder about the people in front of the camera and what happened to them.
    I blame whatever hormones I have left.
    Anyway, now I know all the ne’er do well adults reached at least 90 years old I thought I might apply to become a Northerner and move to Scarborough.

  8. Memories are so precious and times like these we seem to hold onto even when our day to day memories are hard to remember. How lovely that your friend from long ago came to see you. Take care x

  9. How lovely to be able to identify everyone in the photo. My parents weren’t great photographers, and were even worse at writing identification on the back, so I have lots of photos where I know one or two names, but not the rest… I’m so glad that there has been an opportunity to revisit happier days…

  10. claire93 said:

    how lovely to have met up with S after all those years (and so pleased she didn’t bear a grudge for having been found guilty as charged – what were you like, eh?).

  11. Murtagh's Meadow said:

    How nice to see your old friend again after all these years. Having your family and friends around you is so important at this difficult time.

  12. Shirley said:

    Thank you for sharing x

  13. Best wishes Cathy, Pauline x

  14. Some lovely memories there Cathy, thank you for sharing 🙂

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