My thoughts were of you when I woke up this morning. It is the 129th anniversary of your birth in London, England. T'was within the sound of Bow Bells you were born which makes you a true cockney and the twang was still there in your speech many years after when you were quite an old man.
It amazes me that here I am well into the 21st century and I remember so many people born in the 19th century, like yourself born in 1885. I can remember as a child, when you would tell me stories of your life as a boy in London. After all, you were born in the time of Jack the Ripper and if we can believe films set in that period (and I know British films are pretty authentic) life was so completely different back then.
Your dad was a wheelwright and employed several men so I know you lived quite a happy life and had a good education and eventually a very good position with the Sugar Commission as Chief Clerk during WW1. That of course, is where you met mum and I am so glad you did.
I have always been so thankful you emigrated to Australia and chose me as your daughter in 1932 when you lived on the farm down in Narrikup. You were wonderful parents....I couldn't have chosen better myself.
There is a total eclipse of the moon tonight and I will look on it as a special celebration of you and your life. Thanks dad for just being you and looking after me so well. Although you departed this mortal coil 43 years ago you are in my thoughts nearly every day. Still miss you so much.
Love as always xxx
What a sweet letter to your Dad Mimsie. I was thinking, maybe blogger had a temporary glitch when you tried to publish. Hopefully when I publish this you will be able to see my comment.
ReplyDeleteYour comment is here Denise, loud and clear and thank you for it.
DeleteMy dad was just a man but rather special to me.
A lovely letter to your dad Mimsie. I know almost nothing about my dad's life, he never spoke much about growing up in Germany. He was born in 1925 so he would have been 89 now if he'd lived.
ReplyDeleteMy dad only spoke of his childhood doings but never ever of his family as he was perhaps the black sheep. He never kept in touch through all the years he was her in Australia and even mum never knew the story behind it.
DeleteDad actually played soccer for England in Germany in the early 1900s so an association there for us, even if only a tiny one.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteThis so much so succinctly. The eclipse such a beautiful end note... YAM xx
Just had to do a small post on such a special day.
DeleteUnfortunately I didn't get to see the eclipse but my son-in-law took a few excellent photos of the red moon. Too many trees around us here and there was some cloud too at the wrong time.
How interesting to learn a little something about your parents and the very different world in which they lived. Don't you find it wonderful that here they are again, as your readers think about their lives because of what you've written?
ReplyDeleteHi there Marty and thank you for your visit.
DeleteI love to look back and try to visualise the lives my parents lived in London so many years ago. They spoke often about their lives there and through them doing so I always felt I truly belonged to the British Empire not just because of being born in Australia.
Mimsie, I usually read your other blog, but somehow found myself here. It is touching how you have remembered and honored your parents here. The way you've written this really makes their times come alive. It's like being there. I am just very moved by these posts. Absolutely a lovely way to remember those you love.
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