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All I Need To Know

Noah's ark

Many years ago my sister gave me a book entitled “All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten” by Robert Fulghum.

This little book contained all kinds of advice that we can heed.  But for me all I need to know I learned from the story of Noah’s Ark.

  • I learned to listen to the voice within regardless of what others think.
  • I learned to follow my intuition
  • I learned to make preparations well in advance
  • I learned to build my house and my life with strong materials and on a firm footing able to withstand whatever comes along
  • I learned to rescue those people and things that were important to me and to keep them safe
  • I learned to choose my companions and fellow travellers well
  • I learned to love my fellow travellers
  • I learned when it was time to let these travellers (aka my children) go to do so with grace knowing that in setting them free they would return
  • I learned to listen to others opinions but to make my own decisions
  • I learned that there is safety in numbers and that none of us can live entirely alone
  • I learned that time for solitary, quiet reflection is also necessary
  • I learned to go with the flow and embrace each new experience wherever I happened to land
  • I learned to give thanks for rain knowing that water is one of our great life sources
  • I learned to give thanks for the sunshine and the drying wind that came after the rain
  • I learned to give of my time to others – Noah’s Ark was built by volunteers
  • I learned to accept the assistance offered by others
  • I learned that life will not be all sunshine and light and that there will be times of rain and hardship
  • I learned that a sense of humour will take me through the hard times
  • I learned that wo/man is not the only living creature and is not of paramount importance.  Who gave us dominion over the rest of the creatures inhabiting our planet?
  • I learned to nurture an attitude of gratitude for all that I have and the life that I have
  • I learned that one man/woman with a strong belief can overcome and succeed in spite of the odds
  • I learned that fish is good for you!

Where did you learn the things you need to know to live life?  And are you living your life true to yourself or are you living somebody else’s dreams and decisions?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Week

After yesterday’s rant I thought I would move onto something less heavy.  But what?  I am having one of those moments when I sit in front of the blank screen and my mind screams “write, write” but nothing comes forth.  So I now shall go back and look at some of my frogs.  But there is a paucity of ideas there.

So what have I done this week?  It’s now Friday here and so there have been five days since Sunday.  How can one get through so many days and not have much to show for them?

  • I have had walks with Lotte each day as recorded in my blog.
  • I went to a movie on Monday evening and saw ‘The Help”.  I strongly recommend this movie.  I had read the book and this is probably a faithful rendition of the story.  In case you haven’t seen this movie, it tells the story of three women who dare to defy convention and get together to tell the stories of the way coloured women servants were treated in the 1960s in the south.  Well worth a trip to your local cinema.  An added bonus for me was that it was showing at our local bijou cinema so we took our wine in with us and had a meal afterwards.  A very pleasant unexpected evening out.
  • Yesterday I was taken out for what was described as high tea.  Being English I know that traditionally, high tea was a working class meal served on a high table at the end of the workday, shortly after five pm. It was a heavy meal of meat or fish dishes, vegetables such as potatoes and baked goods such as crumpets, vegetables  and other  foods such as baked beans and cheesy casseroles.  Afternoon tea What we had yesterday was afternoon tea at Martha’s Pantry.  Beautifully served with a great selection of teas.  I chose the blend called Paris and my partner had Pomegranate.  Mine was delicious a blend not unlike Earl Grey but with subtle undertones of various other blends.  I tried to purchase some as we left but unfortunately, they only had teabags available and being English, I drink real tea.  They did try to get some from their suppliers (they use leaf tea in their shop) but the smallest amount I could buy was apparently 500 grams (about 1lb) so it would be stale long before I used it.  Hard luck!
  • Oh I forgot.  I picked up my new i-Phone on Tuesday and have lots of fun finding my way around that.   But being blonde I have to go to the phone store to have them show me how to connect the Blue Tooth. Watch this space!  Oops, another exclamation mark.

So quite a busy week for a retiree almost retiree.  (almost  to yet another exclamation mark here but stopped just in time.  Have things to do this afternoon with and for my Real Estate friend.  and looking forward to tomorrow’s brunch with my French conversation new friends.

“If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself alone.  A man should keep his friendships in constant repair.”
Samuel Johnson

Grief

I dont know whether this can be classed as poetry or is it just stream of consciousness writing.  In any event this is what came to me in the early hours of this morning, when sleep eluded me.

Like a thief in the night
Grief slinks silently back into my life
Disturbing the peace I have fought so hard for
It is like a fractious child demanding attention
And as the mother with her child, I give in
And am taken back to the beginning
When days were so long and nights even longer.
When I thought there was no way out of this slough of despair
And I am once again immobilised by it.
But I have been here before
Many times since that April night
And I know I can climb out
And once again put grief back where it belongs
Until the next time.


Sunshine and What a Difference a Day Makes

“Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a day that I could give you
I’d give to you the day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I’d sing a song to make you feel this way..”
John Denver, American singer/songwriter and activist.  1943 -1997

Another lovely day here I awoke to brilliant sunshine.  Blue skies and no wind.  Amazing in Windy Wellington.  And what a difference a day makes.  Yesterday was sombre, unhappy day, bringing back all the memories of my husband’s funeral.   Today my mood is so different  and it is certainly helped by the sunshine.  Unfortunately, it will be some time before my friend’s mood lifts.  But we will all be there for her until it does.

I have been out to brunch with a friend and the young were out and about in summer clothes.  I don’t know about where you live but the young here in New Zealand just love the sun on their bodies and strip off at the slightest provocation.  Not warm enough for that yet in my opinion but everybody I met had a smile to share and really appeared happy.  Maybe, like me, they thought this was a harbinger of spring.

I am not so foolish as to believe everybody is feeling so lighthearted today.  Of course there are those grieving for loved ones lost or sick, and for themselves too if they are sick.

But it really is amazing how sunshine can really lift one above the misery and convince one that the world is good.  There are good people out there and there is always another opportunity,  If health or sickness is on your mind today, tomorrow may well be better for you,  And who knows that elusive cure may be just around the corner.

Today I would particularly like to say to those who responded to my blogs about a friend’s death and the funeral, thank you, thank you.  I am overcome at the goodwill that exists among our blogging friends and to all of you I offer

If I had a day that I could give you,
I’d give to you the day just like today”

Sunshine certainly makes me high.  How about you?

And here is my personal rainbow to spread happiness to you all.

Rainbow

My rainbow

What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me

As sung by Aretha Franklyn

As you can tell from this post, Pollyanna is alive and well in this house.


On Making Decisions

We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” Orson Welles

As some of you may know I have now been on my own for 13 years since the death of my husband.  Of course, at the time, I thought I couldn’t go on and my life was in disarray.

As time passed, however, and the grief and sadness dimmed somewhat I began to think about the rest of my life and how I would live it.  Determining as I always have, that the decision making would be in my hands.

A couple of years after my husband died I met a man at a dinner party.  He had recently lost his wife.  His was quite a tragic story in that his wife was very sick dying and they had separate rooms.  He came into her room one morning bringing her tea only to find her dead in the bed.  Well, we dated a few times but apart from being widowed/widowered (is there such a word?) we had nothing in common.  So I ended that relationship after a few dates.  But it didn’t just end – he hung around my apartment block for days and “just happened” to be passing when I came out the entry door.  And every night he was sitting in his car opposite the apartment when I arrived home from the office.  Ugh.  Not scary but rather very creepy.

So onto number two.  Again his wife had died suddenly.  He had found her on the bathroom floor, dead having had a massive heart attack.  How did I attract these men?  Anyway, true to form he wanted to replace a 40-year marriage in 4 weeks and so this relationship went nowhere.  Shortly thereafter he met and subsequently married again.  And that marriage is working out well from all accounts.

Now number three.  This started out well.  One date for a drink and then I took off for England for six months.  During that time we had a great exchange of emails.  He was very witty and charming.  I thought this could be a long-term relationship.  We enjoyed the same things and I saw a future where we would each keep our own apartments and independence, meeting regularly for company, dinner, theatre or whatever.

However, when I returned home he wanted us to live together, either in his apartment or mine.  Yet another one wanting to replace a 40-year marriage in a matter of weeks.

I enjoyed his company and the side benefits but was in no hurry to enter into any commitment.  Having told him this, he went off to Australia that week and immediately met up with a woman with whom he has been living ever since.

So I have now decided that I am no good at this looking for a partner and am better off living on my own, with Lotte (my Tibetan spaniel) for company.  She asks little of me.  Only to be fed, loved and walked all on a regular basis and these things I happily provide for her.

Lotte

For male companionship, I have a friend with whom I go to the movies or to dinner but he knows there is no way this friendship will ever morph into anything else and he seems to be happy with that. I am beginning to spend more time with my women friends and discovering what a joy they are to be around.  One friend is a Real Estate Agent with an interest in all things spiritual.  And I am walking this path with her.  Among the others, one is a Feng Shui practitioner, another is a landscape gardener, two are masseuses, yet another is a teacher and another an astrologist.  A wide and varied group of women who are interesting and interested in what life has to offer.

Our discussions cover such a wide range of subjects with each of us listening intently to the other’s point of view and voicing our own.  With the exception of one, they each live alone, mostly by choice and appear to be enjoying the lives they are creating.  As am I.

I am proud and grateful to have these women as friends and will cherish that friendship for as long as it lasts – a season, a reason or forever.  I have said before that we do need friends and these women are mine.

As I read this post today from Winsomebella I realized that there is a definite movement of women deciding to take charge of their own future.  The future is open and wide enough for us to do as we choose, providing we don’t hurt anyone else in the process of course.

I would not have missed the 41 years with my husband but now can enjoy the freedom to make my life the way I want it – My Life My Way.

“Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead.
Walk beside me and be my friend.”
– Albert Camus,1913 – 1960, French Algerian author, journalist, and key philosopher.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With a Little Help From My Friends

Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm,I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends.

So sang The Beatles in 1967.  And that is another reminder for a blog on memories.

But back to the task at hand.  My youngest grandson has a broken ankle and so while he is on holiday from school he hasn’t been able to go to the cycling champs last weekend, to Fiji on holiday with a friend nor can he go skiing later this month with the family.  Life can get pretty mean when you are 12 years old and at a loose end.  His brother’s school holidays don’t start until next week and with his foot in a cast, he is pretty well stumped as to what he can do.

Yesterday, to my great delight, he decided that he would spend a day with his Granma – well I guess anything is better than sitting in Mum’s office watching movies alone.

Garden Centre

We decided that it was a good day to get the rest of the river stones for the beds around the new patio.  So we went off to the garden centre together.

Jae told me that he was certain he could lift the 25kgs bags onto the trolley but I argued against it and went to get some help.  By the time I came back, this slight boy had managed to put three sacks onto the trolley.  But with the help of the garden centre attendant, he lifted two more and they trotted off to put them into the car while I went to pay for them.

After coffee with a friend, a walk for Lotte in the dog park and some grocery shopping, we returned home.  Whereupon this child then worked out how we could get these very heavy bags out of the trunk of the car and into position.

Jae at work

With a little help from a friend

As you can see, the right foot is in a cast but this didn’t stop my boy.  He wanted to continue the job and put the stones in place but the skies opened at that moment and we all ran into the house.

Jae at home

Exhausted and now watching a movie

Lotte

Hard work for a small dog

So I had another coffee and Jae had another smoothie while I made lunch.

The rain pounded down and we all settled in for the afternoon.  Amazing how quickly a boy can create an untidy corner in the living room.  All in all a lovely day for a Granma and I hear from his Mother that he enjoyed it too.  Tomorrow he is going with me to the hospice to help with lunches.  So that will be the subject of tomorrow’s blog.

Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves, without rebuke or effort to change us, as no one in our entire lives has ever done, not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends – and hardly ever our own grown children.  Ruth Goode

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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I Dream of Hiking Into My Old Age

I dream of hiking into my old age.
I want to be able even then to pack my load and take off slowly but steadily along the trail.

~ Marlyn Doan

Hiking trail

One of the blogs I follow closely is Robin at Life in the Bogs and today she had this quote at the beginning of the post.  While I don’t hike any distance any more (did I ever I ask myself) and while I guess I have reached my ‘old age’ I love the sentiment expressed by Marlyn Doan.  I have never heard of this woman before but she certainly pushed a button for me.

I have posted before on some ‘older’ women and some men who achieve quite amazing feats of endurance at 80, 90 and even close to 100 years old.  What is it in their makeup that allows them to keep on keeping on?   When conducting my Memories courses I have visited many retirement homes and retirement villages where some appear to be just sitting back and ‘Waiting for God”.   I have friends who ask me why I am still so involved in many things instead of just enjoying my retirement.  I tell them that I am enjoying my retirement.

Here in New Zealand, we have a TV channel dedicated to UK Television so we get to see reruns of some of the old comedy programs.

Title card - One foot in the grave

photo via Wikipedia

Have you heard of “One Foot in the Grave” – a sitcom featuring Victor Meldrew and his long-suffering wife, Margaret?  After being forced to take involuntary early retirement, the series followed Victor’s various efforts to keep himself busy, whilst encountering various misfortunes and misunderstandings. This program ran for 11 years in the UK.

 

Waiting for God

Photo BBC TV

 Another comedy is “Waiting for God” set in a retirement home but the protagonists were two feisty oldies who wouldn’t buckle down to the quiet life that was expected of them.  Great television.

And I don’t feel old and I don’t know of anything I want to do that I am stopped doing because of my age.  Only thing I can think of is renting a car but that is easily overcome by taking out my own insurance.  See rental car companies don’t want to take a chance on my being doddery.  And they don’t even know me.

Anyway, back to the subject in hand.  I have produced my Bucket List so I do know what I still want to do before I leave this world.  And I want to do all these things and more.  Too many to list but I intend to do whatever I do joyfully and with as much fun as possible.  And I have no doubt I shall hike into my old age and hopefully,  grow old disgracefully.

Age is the acceptance of a term of years.
But maturity is the glory of years.

— Martha Graham

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Learning to Soar in a Changing World

“It’s so curious:  one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief.  But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses.:  ~Colette

For some time now I have noticed a definite shift in my feelings about grieving for my late husband.  After many years I am able to look back and see just how far I have come from that ghastly day in 1998 when my soul-mate was declared ‘dead’.

Of course, at the time I didn’t know how I was going to live without him.  I had grown up with him having met and married him when I was 19.  And now 41 years later he was gone.

The few days following his death are still even now, a blur.  I do remember seeing my two adult children sitting with a man (who later turned out to be the funeral director) under a tree in my son’s garden.  Those two adult children made all the arrangements necessary for us to move to the next stage – a funeral and the function afterwards. I declared to anybody who would listen that I was not going to the funeral.  Of course, I was ignored, nobody believed me and of course, I went.

Those of you have been there know that at the beginning you can tell how many hours since your loved one died. This moves into how many days, then weeks, followed by months and then (as for me now) years. I would not say that any of the stages through which I have passed have been easy. Time does not heal regardless of the old adage, but it does make living without that special one easier.

I learned that I can go on – it doesn’t come with a choice.  I learned that there is still life without that special person and that given the opportunity friends and family will be very supportive as one goes through the stages of grief.  My family still support me on those ‘mean blue days’ that sneak up on one when one isn’t watching.

As part of my healing, I wrote.  I wrote how I was surviving, what I could do and did to get through each day and I found this exercise cathartic. this was published in a small book that I gave to friends and clients who found themselves in a similar situation.

And one day I realized that in fact I was growing and learning to live in this changing world.  I also changed the focus of my life coaching work towards people who found themselves alone through death, divorce or separation. And I founded a group that I call ‘Together”.  This is a loose group of people who come together regularly, or not as they choose, to support each other in their loss.  This has proved to be very helpful for a number of people.

And so the learning and coping go hand in hand and no doubt will do until I too die.

 

Casting Call

“Acting is the expression of a neurotic impulse.  It’s a bum’s life.  The principal benefit acting has afforded me is the money to pay for my psychoanalysis.” Marlon Brando, 1924-2004 American actor.

Wanted women over 55.  I read the advertisement again.  Surely there was a mistake.  It must mean women over 5 ft 5.  Whoever called for women over 55 and with grey hair?

The ad was for Extras for the Lord of the Rings Trilogy.  I had never had any leanings towards the stage but I am open to new experiences.  So, with my friend Sally who had seen the ad in the first place, I attended the casting call along with several hundred other hopefuls.

We stood in line for several hours.  You could tell who was used to attending casting calls and who, like us, were beginners.  The old hands were equipped with books, hot coffee and food while we turned up empty-handed.

The queue moved on slowly oh so slowly.  It was so boring until a couple of people in front of us starting telling us about some of the movies they had been in. A person kept coming out of the building to tell us they were only casting older women with grey hair that day.  It didn’t make any difference to the hopefuls in line.  They all stayed.

Eventually, Sally and I were at the head of the queue.  We were photographed and told that we would hear if we were wanted.  The old line ‘Don’t call us.  We’ll call you’

Weeks went by with no contact from Three Foot Six (the Production Company).  Then one day I received a telephone call asking whether I could attend makeup and dressing the next day.  Of course, the answer was ‘Yes’.

The organisation of the makeup and dressing areas was impressive.  There were rows and rows of clothes and I was put into several outfits before they decided on the right one.  Then off to hairdressing to have a wig fitted.  At this stage, I was not sure why they wanted women with grey hair if they were going to fit us with wigs.  Later I thought it might be because if they had younger women in wigs the faces would look all wrong.

In all, it took half an hour to be fitted for my wig and clothes.  I was then photographed wearing the dress and then again wearing the wig and dress.  The clothes and wig were tagged with my name and then the photographs were attached to the clothes.  This was so that each and every time that I appeared on film I would look the same.

During the makeup procedure I was asked if my nails were real and on answering yes, was told to remove my nail varnish.  I suppose if they hadn’t been real I would have had to remove the nails. All finished, I was asked to call the company on Saturday afternoon to find out what time to report on Monday.  This call was cancelled and I was told that I would be contacted again.

The first call was for 6 am on a cold June morning.    I drove through a deserted city to reach the studios.  First stop was makeup and hair and then we were sent off to the catering tent for breakfast.  Breakfast consisted of just about anything one would want.  From porridge and cereal, through bacon, sausages and eggs, to fruit and everything in between.  The crew, who had been there since 4 am, tucked in.  The Extras, a slightly more fragile bunch at this early hour, ate less heartily with the exception of the young men who were the centurions.  They relished the array of food.

CateringAll through the day the catering tent and hospitality areas were being replenished with food.  Coffee and tea were on tap throughout the day, with scones, biscuits, Danish pastries, etc in the morning; then after a sturdy lunch, sandwiches and cakes were provided.  One certainly wouldn’t go hungry as an Extra.

We had each been provided with a blanket to ward off the very keen wind.  We were very pleased to have this as the hours passed and we were not called.  Those Extras in the know had provided themselves with books, tapestry work, knitting and playing cards.  It was almost like a big sociable club.

Extras have to be flexible.  The call for Extras may be made the evening before, may be cancelled totally or as on one occasion when I was called at 10.30 am to be there as soon as possible.  As it turned out we weren’t called onto the set until 5.30 pm.  So that was a long but hardly boring day but I did have my book.

Before each scene, we were told what was expected of us and how it would be achieved.  In one scene I had to stand very close to a brazier.  There was a strong northerly wind blowing and at times the flames were rather too close for comfort.  The scene was practised and then when the Director was satisfied, the scene was shot.  It’s amazing how a disaster scene involving many citizens fleeing for their lives, can be achieved with a handful of Extras.

In one scene we were being attacked by those huge flying animals.  We had to act scared as of course there wasn’t anything there.

It was fascinating to watch the stunt people at work.  This was a group of very dedicated actors.  One scene called for a stuntman to lie prone while a hoard of untrained Extras jumped over him.  In one scene masonry rained down on these stuntmen (stunties as the crew called them) and following the shooting of the scene, the crew was very quick to check that nobody was hurt.

We are all aware of special effects in the movies but we actually saw how some of these were achieved.  And at the end of each shot, we were able to view the rushes on small projectors.

Occasionally we would glimpse Peter Jackson the director.  He would stride around the set in his shorts on his little stubby legs.  He was the only one in shorts.  The rest of us were dressed appropriately for a cold June day in Wellington.

My life as an Extra lasted only 5 days, but I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.  And no, we have never been able to recognise me in any of the scenes from The Two Towers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Acting is the expression of a neurotic impulse.  It’s a bum’s life.  The principal benefit acting has afforded me is the money to pay for my psychoanalysis.” Marlon Brando, 1924-2004 American actor.


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Rediscovery

“Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it.  Action has magic grace and power in it.”  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1749-1832, German playwright poet, novelist and dramatist.

I have just discovered (or maybe rediscovered) an all-purpose wonder that has been lurking in my cupboard for a while.

Recently, a friend asked me to pick up 20 kgs of bicarbonate of soda (aka baking soda) for her.  When asked what she was baking I was told it was for clearing the moss and algae off the driveway.  So I thought well I would give it a go.

Driveway

Brushed on - now what?

Apparently all one does is brush it on the surface and then when it rains it does its magic.  Well it is supposed to rain tomorrow so I shall see if it works.

When I met my friend for lunch on Wednesday she reported that her driveway is now clear of moss and algae.

We then started to talk about all the other uses for this long forgotten miracle in the kitchen.  Did you know:

  • Cleaning Sinks Either place bicarbonate of soda directly onto a damp cloth or make up a paste of soda with a little water. Wipe around the sink & rinse well.
  • Blocked Drains Pour about 16 tablespoons of bicarbonate of soda down the sink and then pour in about 120ml of white distilled vinegar. Put the plug in for a couple of minutes as the 2 chemicals will fizz. Rinse through with boiling water.
  • Oven Cleaner Dampen the floor of the oven, sprinkle with bicarbonate of soda and dampen again. Leave the mixture overnight and then remove with a cloth. Rinse with hot water.
  • Fabric Conditioner To make your own fabric conditioner, mix equal quantities of water, bicarbonate of soda and vinegar in a storage bottle, take care as the vinegar & soda will fizz up. Add ¼ cup of conditioner to your wash.
  • Deodorizing  Drains  To freshen drains & help prevent blockages, pour a cup of bicarbonate of soda down the drain and then wash down with some boiling water.
  • Pet Odors To help freshen carpets, sprinkle bicarbonate of soda on the carpet, leave for 10 minutes and then vacuum up.

And the list goes on.  I particularly liked the idea of a paste of bicarb to remove tea and coffee stains from cups.  As I drink both black tea and black coffee, my mugs regularly stain.  Until now I have used bleach to clean the stains away.  From now on I shall use my trusty new friend.

Lotte

And I found out, again from the same friend, that it is good to brush bicarbonate of soda into a dog’s coat.  This apparently, removes all dead dander and makes the coat shine.  I haven’t managed to try this out yet.  Lotte has retired to bed after her walk and shows no interest in having her coat covered in white powder.

Having discovered this hidden wonder I then got out my very old and battered copy of Mrs Beeton’s Cookery Book.  This one was published in 1894 – wow 117 years ago!

Mrs Beeton's cookery book

1984 Edition - Cost One shilling

This little gem opens with:

“It is not given to us all to become famous, but in this busy world there are few who, metaphorically speaking ‘need waste their sweetness on the desert air’ or in less poetical language, lead a useless life.  Specially does this apply to women, whom though perhaps less gifted with brain power than the sterner sex, have yet a greater versatility of talent, and who, if they seek it, can always find a vocation.”

What do you have to say about that?

Then onto another gem.  “A Good Housekeeping Cookery Compendium”.  This was published in 1957 and I remember purchasing this copy when somebody came around the office selling the book.  Mine looks as if it has had a hard life but I think that’s because when I was first married I didn’t know how to cook anything much more than an egg.

This little darling tells me:

“The money spent on food is the most important part of the household expenditure, and you will want to get the best possible value for your money.”  So what has changed in 54 years?  It goes on “It is obviously wise to deal with reliable tradespeople, so compare both quality and prices….bearing in mind that it is false economy to buy inferior goods to save a few pence.”

Then I picked up the book and it opened on page 393 – and the recipe was for stuffed mushrooms.  Well according to Shirley Conran author of Superwoman (among others) ‘Life’s too short to stuff mushrooms”  And if you are not old enough to know Shirley Conran she showed women of my generation that they didn’t have to be drudges (Dirt? Sweep it under the rug. Ironing? Hire someone to do it). Her book sales made her a millionaire. She survived a ‘humiliating’ marriage to design tycoon Sir Terence Conran  . And although Shirley Conran is, well, a bit dotty, she is still a force to be reckoned with.

Here endeth another rambling post.

“My idea of superwoman is someone who scrubs her own floors.”  ~Bette Midler

And just because I like it here is a shot of my favorite red shoes