After reading and commenting on Noelene’s blog today I trawled back to the very first blog I wrote on March 1, 2011. This was an introduction of me to you (or anybody out there who wanted to read what I thought) and this post attracted no comments, no visitors and so I guess no interest.
I then went on to read some more of the early posts. But writing a blog (and re-reading earlier posts) has been a learning process for me. Clearly I was growing more confident in what I was putting out to the blog and because of that I was attracting more readers, comments and almost unbelievably, followers.
Many blogs that I follow focus on one or two aspects of life, themes or particular interests. Mine just simply meanders around, aimlessly following the many and mixed pathways of this elderly woman’s mind. Note here – according to my grandsons the two words one doesn’t use around Granma are ‘Old” and “Age”. When my No 2 grandson was about 9 I had a fall and an ambulance officer asked how old I was. Robbie quickly jumped and told the guy that we didn’t use that word around Granma but he knew that Granma was 39 plus GST (Goods and Services Tax). The ambulance man was delighted and asked if he could use that phrase.
I have dwelt at some length on growing up in London during and after the war. There are many posts on this subject and no doubt there will be many more. These are written particularly for the four young men collectively known as my grandsons. As my son has said on several occasions, and particularly when the boys were young , words to the effect that if he and his sister couldn’t understand what life was like then how could we expect the boys to understand. So the series of posts on growing up was introduced.
I wrote about my DYS (Dashing Young Scotsman) and our travels, our children and our long and happy life together. Then about his sudden death and the catalyst for writing my book ‘Suddenly Single’. I told about the support and love that I received from family and friends at this time.
I have written about my love and friendship with my two sisters. Although we live impossibly far away from each other we are still best friends. During the riots in London in August 2011 and after speaking to my sister there, I penned this Ode to a Sister.
I have shared some of what I learned and passed on to clients during my time as a Life Coach. I truly believe that I learned more from my clients than they ever did for me.
I introduced to you my programme called Memories – writing your memories for those who come after you. This is where I coined the phrase – ‘To live in lives we leave behind is not to die” So I wrote my memories and shared what I learned in so doing with others. And this was easy and enjoyable. I am currently working on putting the process into a book to share with others.
I told some tales of when I was the Wedding Coordinator at an historic church in Wellington. Many more tales linger in my brain from this very happy time. I said this was the best job I ever had and I meant it.
And I have let loose a few rants at what I consider to be the ridiculous behaviour of some people; the unthinking attitude of some in power; the naivety of some and the penalties they pay for being so, and on and on covering anything at all that takes my mind on that day and at that time.
I almost forgot my foray into writing fiction. I received a postcard from my sister in the US and this led me to write the first in a series about hats. Then Sallyann at Photographic Memories wrote a post about Cars and I read a challenge in that post. So a continuation of the hats saga was embarked upon and we had lots of fun looking for the bonnets. This saga took another turn when Thomas Stazyk introduced the ‘the swarthy gent in the Panama hat’ in a comment on one of the posts. This saga is continuing.
And I cannot forget my darling Lotte; the Tibetan Spaniel who shared my life, my walks and my adventures until her untimely death a couple of months ago. She left a huge hole in my heart . And now my new companion, the Beautiful Miss Bella is working her way into my heart. She has a totally different attitude to life than Miss Lotte but she leaves nobody in any doubt that she loves me. She is fiercely protective of me even though she weighs all of 5 kgs.
So in the two years in which I have been blogging I have learned plenty. I have met many friends in the blogosphere, have learned that I really like writing and would like to do more of it. I have enjoyed my foray into fiction writing and have started writing poetry.
And just to forewarn you, I plan to keep blogging. And a warning!
“When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me……………..
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.”
From “Warning” by Jenny Joseph, English Poet, 1932-