My lovely Mum was born on Bonfire Night one hundred and nine years ago and, as a child, thought that everyone was celebrating her birthday with enormous fires and fireworks lighting up the sky. As I write, I can hear the fizz and whizzle, pop and slap of fireworks and the sky is lighting up sporadically. Mum would have loved it as she also loved storms and wild seas.
My photo to honour her today is of her in her element, teaching deaf children in Roskear Primary School, Camborne. I once went to watch her in the classroom and what a special memory that is.
My brother just sent a photo of the parkin he has made today to honour Mum’s birthday. We always had Mum’s parkin around the bonfire with our sparklers!
Parkin made by my brother in Atlanta, Georgia
utesmile
November 6, 2023 at 2:53 pm
How lovely, always fireworks on her Birthday ♥. It was my partner’s grand son’s Birthday too and we had a fire and some small fireworks for him. A special day indeed.
Helen Wright
November 5, 2023 at 10:03 pm
My mum was also born on November 5th, in 1919 – so they were just a year apart! And she also taught children with special needs. Sadly she died young, at 59, but I still miss her.
Helen Wright
November 5, 2023 at 10:04 pm
Oops, ignore the comment about a year apart 🙄
beth
November 5, 2023 at 9:28 pm
❤️ to your mom