Memory

'Tis home from the local I am as is my wont on a Sunday.
She drinks but a sup from the beer cup, whereas the Map does wallow in the blackstuff on the Monday eve.
And Monday morn 'tis but my lie-in day, and Her to tally early.
And so to bed she for early night, while he the Map do tarry.
And onto the lappy he do go, for to engage in folly.
And to reply to all, that do, like him, bloggy!

For you all, this is the first song in my memory. My mam must have been singing this while I was being born!

For any who have the patience, I've just found the version the Mam used to sing, please , if you have the time , it is beautiful.

Sit

Sometimes I just sits and thinks.

And sometimes I just sits.

A Laugh

This will make anybody smile!

Big Sis.

My big sister is like my other mother.
She always seemed to be there when Mam wasn't.
Herself and Mam were pregnant at the same time on three occassions!
So I have cousins who are the same age as some of my siblings.
And I have nieces and nephews who are older than my younger brother and sister.
Imagine having an auntie or uncle who is younger than you!
I love all my brothers and sisters, there are eight of us in all.
But big sis is my definite favourite. For sure.
Today we (she) got bad news. That fucker cancer is after our clan again!
This time it has it's claws around Big Sis. And it's grip is tight!

He doesn't wanna let go. It's like Dada all over again.
It Does not look good at all. He doesn't want to let go. BASTARD!

Mam thinks that Sis is just very poorly, we can't tell her.

Maybe we're all wrong.

I'd pray if i thought there was a god.

He hasn't answered any of my prayers yet. BASTARD!

1965

Not up to much today. Head funny. (peculiar, not ha-ha.)

Jimmy got me reminiscing with his old photie, so heres one of mine.

Bobby, Noelie & Map. Circa 1965. Back yard, Island Field.

Winter.

This is James Grant of the band Love & Money with a solo version of WINTER.

It's my favourite song from the album 'Dogs in the Traffic'.

Enjoy.

gone

A guy I know died yesterday.

I'd known him for a very long time, though we were never friends as such.

We first knew each other when we were young teenagers in the school pipe band.

We occassionally chatted when we met in one of the local pubs.

How ya doin', grand, and yerself?

That kinda thing.

He was always a quiet, minding my own business, never wanting to know your business person.

He shot himself thru' the head.

I've lost more than one close friend through suicide. And still, I don't get it.

O.K. I realise that each one of them must have been very depressed.

At the very fucking end of the line.

Obviously with nothing to live for. And still I don't get it. I don't. I love life.

And my life hasn't been exactly easy. But I love living. The challenge.

Every day I wake up is a day I look forward to. Another challenge.

I hope I will never be as low as those friends I have lost.

I hope my children will be burying me as a dear old Gramps.

I hope I keep this attitude.

I hope to die old and fulfilled. I do.

But who knows.