Birthday celebrations

Me and my Dad, 1960

A day to remember

András Petö

As well as remembering AP today, along with many other people out there in the conductive world but especially in Budapest –

http://www.peto.hu/hu/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=454%3Adr-peto-andrasra-emlekezuenk-2&catid=45%3Aintezeti&Itemid=58

I am also thinking about my Dad who also celebrates his birthday today.

'My Dad the railwayman'

 

I hope that you are enjoying your day and have lots of visitors bearing huge bunches of flowers. 

I know that Sis has put a ban on digging the vegetable garden on this your 86^th birthday. I also know that you will spend some time with her and her family, but I bet you will be out there again on Wednesday digging to your heart’s content.

'Dad, in his favourite place'

Happy Birthday!

With many thanks to helping hands

"Lightness in the darkness", by Susie Mallett, March 2010

Two years old today

At two years old one of my little clients would still be in the parent-and-child group with Mum, both of them learning together as they set off on their chosen conductive-upbringing path in life.

My blog and I have been learning just like that over the past two years. we have tentatively been moving on step by step, at times motivating ourselves but often very much appreciating the motivation provided by the group that we belong to: the conductive blogosphere group!

Without this group, making themselves known by the appearance of little purple dots on my map, by the occasional comments and by regular emails, I may not have reached almost four-hundred and forty postings in twenty-four months.

I must admit I was aiming for the five-hundred mark, but that's all right, aiming high is what I advise all my conductive families to do!

I am quite happy with my four-hundred-and-thirty-seven postings. I hope that my readers are happy too.

Notes

Hands -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0_P6y8dqAc&feature=related

And the wall fell down

For the second time

November 9th 2009

http://www.mauerfall09.de/

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091109/ap_on_re_eu/eu_germany_wall_anniversary

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8335918.stm

In memoriam

24th June 2008

I miss my Mum but I also enjoy her more and more.

I hope I never forget all her sayings and her ways of doing things. This is unlikely to happen because many of her words and movements are also mine. I even garden like my mum did. Rarely getting to the job in hand because the weeds on the path leading there are a distraction.

Keeping pathways and stone steps clear of weeds has been a passion for us both for as long as I remember. As a teenager and even earlier I would crouch beside her and we would work for hours on our favourite steps in our lovely terraced garden.

I realise now that I know every inch of that huge garden because of working in it in this way with my Mum.

I hope I never forget the images that I have of her, always in the garden never in the house, except for one image that I have of her in the times of the power cuts in the 70s, just after my Grandma had died. I went in search of her one evening after I had finished my homework by the yellow light of the hissing Tilly lamp. I found her eventually, she was in the dark on the sitting- room floor reading the newspaper with a torch and drinking a glass of something or other. This is an image as clear as a photograph. My mum on her knees with the paper under her elbows exactly how I often read the newspaper myself.

I remember Mum’s form working in different places in the garden. Her body a little bit bent when she was raking the moss from the lawn and then stooping to feed grubs by hand to the robins. Standing upright and stretching to the sky to pick the runner beans. Emerging from the rows covered in bits of foliage. I can imagine her bending over her potted plants as she prepared them for market, and amongst the vegetables with a hoe ,scritch-scratching like Mr Macgregor.

Peter Rabbit, now that was the book that we loved to read, and it always made us both cry! My Mum collected the whole set of Beatrix Potter books for me and presented them to me on my 21st birthday, in a special, tiny bookshelf.

Thank you Mum for all these happy memories.

PS

Wednesday June 24th, was the first anniversary of the funeral of my Mum, it was also my 52nd birthday. I thank the seven lovely friends who joined me for the evening just around the corner at my local the Caffe Fatal and who have just said goodbye on the doorstep. It was the best birthday I could have imaged possible in such circumstances.