Remembrance Sunday 2014
Having watched the bitter sweet solemnity of the Cenotaph ceremony
I went on my way with jobs to do.
Amongst them was to empty out the shopping trolley that I had used to caddy tools.
And once empty of tools I found some old receipts and shopping lists left there from when
Anne used it on her trips to the village.
In her hand were so clear the every day thoughts of what to bring the family,
Orange juice, and celery, Bugens rolls and sun dried tomato loaf.
Mozerella for home made pizza and the paper for local news.
And purpose hidden, but to those that knew, turkey breast and stick food.
Sliced turkey breast as a treat for the cat, not an “it” but “him”, Simba.
Stick food, the first on the list, a reminder to pick some privet on the way,
For the school’s stick insects, holidaying at our house.
Sweet reminders of the ordinary, too precious to throw away.
And then at the very bottom of the bag, a slightly creased poppy.
A poppy at least 4 years old bought not for Anne, she would have put hers on.
A poppy brought home for another, who for what ever reason was given it,
Four years on, on remembrance Sunday.
Most of you will know of Anne’s admiration of the works of CS Lewis, his adult literature works, his clear minded explanations of difficult issues of Christian belief as well as his children’s stories. She became a fan through first reading the Chronicles of Narnia (The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe etc.). It was in his response to a letter of hers that the religions parallels of these works were explained. She put the letter into the safe hands of Belfast’s Queens University and it is frequently cited, as in Rowen Williams recent book on The Lion of Narnia.
In our room we have a poster from one of the original drawings depicting the snow covered forest and the ever glowing gas street lamp, where Lucy first entered Narnia. In the winter of 2010 Anne and I fitted a small lamp in the back garden, where it glows today. As in the Narnian story our lamp has one ladder stay (arm) missing. In the story (Magician’s Nephew) that is because the lamp grew from a stay broken off by the witch, i.e. it grew from a broken lamp.
Today it seems appropriate to have the lamp glowing all day, even with one arm missing it stands a a memorial, shining its light out in hope and witness even though “broken”.
Happy memories of Anne
It is good to share happy memories, even if they are tinged with some sadness. Therefore I want to use this page for family and friends of Anne to share some snippets of happy memories.
Three easy steps:
Type a reply at the bottom of the page, you have to leave your email address.
- You can tick the box to be notified of any new items.
- Click on Post comment, that’s it.
Why did I get a narrow boat?
Well, my dear wife, Anne, passed away in January 2011 (although she would frown at me calling her “dear”) and I was rather kicking my heels and looking for a project.
The whole family had enjoyed a wonderful week afloat several years ago and the idea just grew on me.
However I do want it to benefit our many friends and relations, event wider in the community. If I can reach out in some way, as Anne was always finding people in need to befriend, then I will feel it has been worth it.