There is a huge gap and I have been struggling to find time to write. Also 45 years is a long time. How to capture the excitement of London, the extraordinary first year in the Philharmonia chorus, the joy of first and only true love? We are currently relaxing in Bali and the sea often brings thoughts of the past and the seemingly vast distances I have travelled. The greatest thing our parents gave us was love and encouragement. I never thought that I had courage but actually I did have a lot. Liz was different in that she always hated failure. Exams were a nightmare for her. I did not do music exams as Miss Kadden realised I hated repeating things. I did well in school exams and worked hard at uni. The beach has also brought a sad memory of when Grandma died and Mum wanted me to go and find Dad on the beach and I did not go. What would I have said? I know now that I just needed to be there and say nothing. A regret. There was a similar occasion in my first year in London when I went to Victoria Station to go the funeral in Chatham of Ma Ward and I basically chickened out and did not go. This was odd as I have a strong sense of duty. The Wards had been very kind to Dad and the family.
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