Writing and publishing Failing Flynn Matthews is on hold for now as moving house may be happening quicker than we thought (panic!) so this past weekend has seen a flurry of activity and this morning I took another car load to the charity shop. I’m not sure how we accumulated so much and if we ever needed it all.
Sorting through our belongings I unearthed many memories. From the decade of my life I call the Carefree years (age 1-10) I found my first teddy and a framed picture that hung on the wall above my bed.
From the Awkward years (11-20) books, loads of them! Some my Nan gave me, beautifully illustrated but battered from the 1930’s.
From the London years (21-30) a huge A4 binder with examples of typesetting – you know, the old way we used to print newspapers! I learned how to set type during my Occupational Therapy course – loved that module!
From the Child Rearing years (31- 40) there is so much and it’s hard to let go of anything – everything has a memory whether it be of our children or family. Sorting through the thoughtful gifts my mother bought reminded me of how much time she dedicated, sitting for hours playing games, doing puzzles and reading with them. It reminds me of how much I miss her and how much our children and her other grandchildren have lost out on since the dementia took what makes her, her. It is a cruel disease. We still have her to hold and hug but we do miss how she would have been without it.
The next decade I will call the Finding Myself years (41-50) – first I was ill but on the upside I finally put pen to paper and wrote. My first short story was published and I haven’t stopped writing since. I think it’s the first interest I’ve actually stuck with. My past is littered with discarded hobbies: pottery, water colour painting, oil painting to name but a few.
And now we come to this decade – no name yet as it’s early days however we’re going on adventure and renovating (sort of) a property and are trading this:
Very excited 🙂 Wish us luck! Publishing and writing will resume shortly! 😀
The things you’ve saved are all precious and hold bits of you, your life and the people in your life within them. I think when someone gives a gift they give a part of themself with the gift. So in the gifts from your mother and Gran you have a part of them. Good luck with the future! L’Chaim! Mazel Tov!
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Aww thank you!
A lovely piece 🙂 Good luck in the future in your new home. A new home, and new lovely memories to make x
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Thank you! 🙂 xx
Good luck with the move xx
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Thank you! xx