God has wonderful promises for us as we travel on through life and into later years.The best news is that,inside we need never grow old because He has actually promised to renew our youth day by day.

Isaiah 40:31

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

The 'older generation'

There are four generations in this photograph, dated June 1949.

There is me on my Mother Phyllis's lap, as I was born 30th May 1949 am not very old! Mother is 32 years old. Behind her is her sister Olive aged 27 years old, just recently married and to the left her sister Edna, aged 29 years. In front of her is their Mother Annie gently restraining Edna's eighteen month son. And there in the middle is Grandma Curzon...

Early on Sunday morning 18th February, my Aunt Edna peacefully passed away. A blessed release after ten months of torment. She was 96 years old.

This was taken Summer 2016 doing what she has always loved doing...growing flowers, lots and lots of them, she takes after her Father, who was a champion rose grower among other things, flowers filled his garden too, as well as grapes in a small greenhouse, that he kept locked to keep the grandchildren from helping themselves. It was a special occasion when he picked a bunch and shared them out between us. That's me on the right with glasses on. My cousin in the front of the picture is wearing callipers to correct her dislocated hips

Then ten months ago she bent down to pluck an errant weed from the flower bed and her back snapped......twelve weeks in hospital followed then transfer to a nursing home, she hated losing her independence and most of all her flowers......

Then my cousin and family took a long weekend away in Wales, coming back to find my Aunt had been deprived of food and water for three days, by accident or design, that is now under investigation.
My cousin called the ambulance, not the care staff and she was taken into hospital at the beginning of last week,(Monday 12th February) but too late.

No life should end like this.

As the news filtered through to the rest of the extended family I received an email that ended with the words..."What does it feel like to now be the older generation?"

The realisation that there are no more of the "older generation" left. My Mother died twenty years ago, her sister Olive thirty years ago. My Uncles also long gone. 
My Father died twenty three years ago  and his younger brother and his wife both died suddenly within weeks of each other in 2016.
There is no one left.....my cousin and I are the "older generation" 

Now that is an unwelcome and scary thought

I don't want to be all grown up, some days I miss my parents terribly, even after all these years. 
But I take each day as it comes and trust in the Lord, and one day we will all meet again

Friday, 9 February 2018

A Faith Test

One of the dangers of Christian life is that we too often imagine that we are 'people of prayer' and 'disciples that obey'....but are we really?

What we imagine we are, what we see ourselves as being must be lived out in real life.

It is very easy to deceive ourselves unless that love of God is frequently put to the test

We face many choices each and every day when our faith will be tested. There will be many opportunities to show God  through our obedience. To show that we prefer His ways, rather than the ways of the World.

Abraham faced such a test when he was prepared to offer his son as a sacrifice, because God had asked him to.

"Now I know that you fear God"

Abraham's faith became real....to him.

These daily trails are the best, perhaps the only way of putting our love and commitment to God to the test.

God  wants us to know the actual,lived out daily reality of our commitment to Him.
Often obedience through gritted teeth

Not merely through words, reciting prayers aimlessly without thought, words are cheap.

A faith test forces us to ask ourselves "Do I love God enough?" 

A faith test reveals what is deep in our souls


Friday, 2 February 2018

These are not trainers......

According to numerous health care professionals when we reach a "certain age" we are advised to wear 'sensible shoes'...especially trainers.
I really dislike trainers and like track suits should not be seen on the over thirties unless worn for sports activity.
 I thought that I would share with you this wonderful website called 'My Ageing Parent'   and all the information about why we should wear 'sensible shoes'

OK, I agree, some of us are not so steady on our feet and sensible shoes are useful to give stability...but why trainers?

I always wear walking boots when out and about walking and  wore study black ankle boots if going anywhere else. In the summer they were wearing out and in need of replacement so I went a hunting.
My daughter suggested 'walking shoes' as a sturdy replacement...I took some persuading as they still look too much like trainers for my liking, but off we went to the local 'Millets' to see what they had in their summer sale....this is what I came home with...see the photo above.
They are as comfortable as my walking boots which are the same brand but not as heavy.....but I do miss the four inch heels of my youth!

In my youth I was six feet tall and loved it..always wore three or four inch heel shoes apart from work. This was fine in a busy city when walking far is not really an issue, walking boots were part of my wardrobe from childhood as have always walked for pleasure.

Now I am only five feet ten inches tall and have not worn heels since 1987...just kept one pair that I look at now and again.
In 'olden days' wide fitting shoes in a size eight (UK) were just not available in the shops so these came from a company called 'Long Tall Sally'...it still exists and you can find it online now instead of a paper catalogue (remember those days?)
It looks as if the shoes still exist too and at the same sort of price!

Happy Days and Happy memories

( as an aside, my first husband was/still is only five foot two inches tall........second husband is six foot)

Monday, 8 January 2018

Very Apt!!!!

Some kind person sent me this overnight in response to the previous post....... made me smile.

Having had the delights of a passing a kidney stone many years ago it is reassuring to know that this season of illness will indeed pass.

Sunday, 7 January 2018

Well...that was interesting....

This is dawn on Christmas Day...the temperature was way down as it had been for several days.

Once again we have had an 'interesting' December.

It all started two days after my daughters came to visit....

.......I had a heart attack...my second, so it wasn't so scary.
Heart attacks are rarely as dramatic as portrayed on the television and in women are mostly 'silent but deadly'.

I was on my own one afternoon, sewing happily in my craft room when the pain in my arm started which then progressed up my neck along jaw and rather bizarrely into my lips. Of course, my phone was downstairs on the kitchen table with my angina spray beside it...so I just quietly sat there. 
My theory being that it would either stop or I would. 
All was peace and calm within me...most reassuring.
No idea how long that lasted but eventually the pain stopped and was so tired that I went to sleep for two hours.

Actually didn't mention it to husband until next day after I had taken my self off to cardiac clinic and blood tests and ECG confirmed it.

Then had two really weird weeks when I was so tired all the time and a further two minor heart blips. All set to enjoy a few days with husband. This was going to be a short Christmas as for the first time in our twenty eight years of marriage this was to be the first time he has not had the whole holiday season off, only two days.

But then......he comes home Friday 22nd coughing and sneezing, and generally unwell.

Which he then kindly passed on to me and I went down with a vengeance.

As our town in UK is one of the "Australian Flu Hotspots" with eight dead so far , he was rather concerned that it was the flu that would kill me off....

It is now the 7th of January and for the first time since 27th December I have felt well..ish. According to this check list we didn't have the flu only a very bad cough/cold but I ran a fever for three days as well as being so fatigued...but I wasn't in the best of health to begin with!
I still have a hacking cough as has husband but he is all set to return to work tomorrow after a week of sick leave.

So that was Christmas...or not. Will try again next year!

Our visiting cat continues to visit and seems to just sleep wherever he flops down however inconvenient a place it may be.

So rather belatedly, will wish you all a Happy New Year and stay well. 

Oh...the surgery I was due to have on my hand end of month has been cancelled/postponed due to NHS guidelines
Happy Days


Thursday, 7 December 2017

Product versus Process?

I belong to a weekly 'Knit and Natter' group  at Church.
There are ten or twelve of us, not all knitters, we have two crocheters.

Last week I decided to do a straw pole to see why we knit/crochet.
Out of twelve crafters I was the only one who declared themselves to be a 'process knitter'

If you are unsure of what this means, here is a good article that explains the definitions.

I knit, anything, just for the joy of knitting. Most of what I make gets given away to the Salvation Army......

But the process knitters, knit fast and furiously to achieve the goal of the finished object.

Amongst our group of twelve, three ladies run Craft Stalls, so they knit and sell for profit.
Last week one lady was complaining that she was over run with orders and had to spend all her time knitting...now where is the fun in that?

The others are busy knitting items throughout the year for the "Operation Christmas Child" shoe box appeal, not a charity that I support for a variety of reasons, no need to air them here.

It does seem a shame to lose the pleasure of knitting to the call of profit. But that's just me.

A book revue:-

I picked this up on Amazon a few weeks ago, was intrigued by the title and am a fan of Stephanie Pearl- McPhee

Here is the revue from 'Goodreads'

"The tangled life of the knitter is the subject of inspired nuttiness in 300 tongue-in-cheek meditations from the Yarn Harlot, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee. At Knit’s End captures the wickedly funny musings of someone who doesn’t believe it’s possible to knit too much and who willingly sacrifices sleep, family, work, and sanity in order to keep doing it. Covering everything from the deadly “second sock syndrome” to a pile of yarn so big it can hide a washing machine, this hilarious collection will have knitters in stitches!"

Am  about half way through, it is one of those books you can pick up at odd moments and it cheers you up.

Can highly recommend it


Friday, 1 December 2017

Winter has arrived

Each Thursday I join my daughter as she takes the dogs out for their mid morning walk.....yesterday was rather fun as we ended up walking in a blizzard.

It wasn't snowing  when we set out.

But as we walked over the bridge that leads into the Nature Reserve the heavens opened and it was a white out.
I thought a dense fog had suddenly descended but daughter said that it was just the thick snow.

One of the dogs loved it (see top photo) and ran and jumped about enjoying himself.

The other one did not enjoy it very much (see above)
This dog spends most of her time in the river chasing sticks we have to throw in for her.
For some reason she never goes in by herself.
This worked to our advantage yesterday though as it meant that she stayed out of the freezing water...but she was definitely not happy about it!

It was very eerie, no other dog walkers about  (I wonder why?)
The Cormorants who over winter and perch precariously in these trees were also nowhere to be seen and we wondered where they had gone to shelter.

All we saw were the water fowl sitting tight on the lake and the Heron tucked snugly in his usual spot in the reeds.

We had fun walking in all this snow but glad to get home .
The temperature outside read -11"C

Winter has arrived