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Remembering John the Fish

John the Fish, photo by Greg Martin : Cornwall Live

Our lovely friend, John Langford, affectionately known as John the Fish, died last month and the celebration of his life was held last Saturday. The hall was absolutely packed with people wanting to show their love for this very special man.

Beautifully decorated coffin Photo by Sue Ellery-Hill

On the display table of memorabilia. Photo Sue Ellery-Hill

Live music Photo by Sue Ellery-Hill

John has been spoken of with love and admiration in all the media from our local papers and news site, Cornwall Live,  to Radio 3 where he was mentioned by Petroc Trelawny and his rendering of a Cornish folk song, “Little Eyes” was played.  He was best known as a folk singer and that was how we first knew of him when in the 60’s he’d be the resident singer at the Mitchell folk club where my younger brother would go to play. His name came from his earlier days when he was a fisherman in Newlyn.  (See the newspaper cuttings below)

John became a Humanist Celebrant as you will have read in the Cornwall Live article. His work was greatly appreciated and when we met him and Carrie recently at a Ralph McTell concert, we were touched that one of his couples came over to make themselves known and to thank him.
My parents knew John and Carrie from the beginnings of the Cornwall Humanists group so when my Mum died in 1993, we turned to the Humanists to conduct a non-religious ceremony for us. Another friend conducted the Ceremony and  John sang John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ for us all at Mum’s request.
When we returned to Cornwall in 2008, John asked me to join the Celebrants and was my much-valued mentor as I began to conduct wedding and baby naming ceremonies.

Learning about Baby Namings by watching John at work

At one of the dinners we used to have with John and Carrie and other friends, I made a little thank you gift in the glasswork that I love doing. It was to celebrate John’s time as a fisherman.

The next two photos, which will need enlarging, are of a lovely interview done by Steve Hunt some time ago and tell you much of John’s  history.in his own words.

What follows is a brief quotation from the article in the West Briton 2nd February. It’s a lovely summary of this much-loved man.

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Joy

This Seagull represents JOY to me. You may find that strange so I will explain. When I lived away from Cornwall, the call of a seagull brought home into my head and with it the sea and the sand and the cliffs and everything that Cornwall means to me.

Seagull

Seagull

My Mum loved Cornwall as much as I do and when we knew she was dying, the whole family came from all over the world to see her. When my brother and I went to register her death, a Seagull walked into the office before we could close the door and we joked that it was Mum, come to make sure we did everything properly. We had a family outing to St Ives a day or two later and a single Seagull came to sit on the car while we getting the parking ticket. We joked that Mum was there with us to enjoy St Ives with us as she had done so often and at the wonderfully moving  Humanist Celebration of her life, there in the garden was a solitary Seagull…….    Mum is with us still and still brings me joy.

 

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For My Dad, Christmas Lights and A Simple Supper

1    A beautiful song was chosen by my sister for our Father’s funeral nine years ago. It is nine years ago today that he died in St John’s Hospice, Doncaster, where he was so incredibly well looked after for 17 days that he asked, “This is a wonderful hotel. Can I afford it?”  Today is the day that I play ‘The Ballad of Joe Hill‘ in remembrance of my much-missed and much-loved  Dad and today I have played Daisy’s choice as well, ‘Under a December Sky’ by Beth Nielson  Chapman and I give you a photo of today’s beautiful December sky to go with the lovely words and music.

Under a December Sky

Under a December Sky

2   The lovely Mr S has put up the Christmas lights tree in the garden today – such a cheery sight.

Christmas lights tree

Christmas lights tree

3   A delicious and simple supper tonight of Chicken and Leek Risotto with Toasted Cashew Nuts.

Chicken and Leek Risotto

Chicken and Leek Risotto

 

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Suffragette Garden, Kebabs and A Rocket Send-Off

1    Our Suffragette garden is in bloom again with white petunias, purple clematis and green leaves.

White Petunia

White Petunia

Purple Clematis

Purple Clematis

2   Another beautiful evening so we’ve barbecued again and enjoyed  a delicious supper with a glass of wine in the evening sunshine.

Halloumi and vegetable kebabs

Halloumi and vegetable kebabs

3   Twenty years ago today, we had just given my Mum the best send off imaginable and as it became dark we went onto the green near their bungalow and set off fireworks, rockets, in fact. My Mum was born on 5th November 1914, Bonfire Night in the UK and she used to say she came in to fireworks and would like to go out the same way. We did her proud! She would have loved it!  There were forget-me-nots in flower in their garden then and they are in flower in our garden now.

Forget-me-nots

Forget-me-nots

 

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White Glow, Winter Coat and “You can shed tears..”

1   I love the white flowers in our garden at this time of year as the sunlight is lower and they gain a kind of glow which is very beautiful.

White Borage, Blue Sky

Cosmos

Sweet Pea

Dahlia

Viburnum

2   The nights are becoming noticeably colder and one of ‘our’ beautiful horses has been given his winter coat already.

Horses in the evening sunlight

3   This very beautiful poem by David Harkins, poet and painter, was read at Monday’s funeral for a very special lady. We both found the words very touching.

“You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

It’s a poem I shall be putting into my ‘When I’ve gone’ drawer.

 

Just a little extra – Linda identified yesterday’s flower for me. Thank you so much. Fascinating info to be found here   http://www.strangewonderfulthings.com/181.htm

 

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Suffragette Garden, Mobile Library and Thomas Hardy

1   We spent a pleasing hour or two choosing beautiful plants for my Suffragette Garden, a small plot in the front which we have just finished clearing. Everything growing in this space will be purple, white or green to honour my Great Granny who was a Suffragette. She was imprisoned in Holloway for her ‘misdeeds’ while fighting for the right for women to vote and we are very proud of her. I have had a Suffragette Garden wherever I have lived.

2   Driving home, we saw a Mobile Library van, stuffed with books and with such a pleasing slogan on the back, “The universe at your fingertips!”

The Mobile Library van travelling around Cornwall

3   The following poem by Thomas Hardy was read this morning at a Humanist Funeral we went to. It was a beautiful and very moving ceremony to celebrate the life, and to mark the untimely death, of the son of friends of ours. The same poem was chosen by my parents for their funerals so it has a particular place in my heart.

Afterwards by Thomas Hardy

When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,
And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,
Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,
‘He was a man who used to notice such things’?

If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid’s soundless blink,
The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alight
Upon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think,
‘To him this must have been a familiar sight.’

If I pass during some nocturnal blackness, mothy and warm,
When the hedgehog travels furtively over the lawn,
One may say, ‘He strove that such innocent creatures should come to no harm,
But he could do little for them; and now he is gone.’

If, when hearing that I have been stilled at last, they stand at the door,
Watching the full-starred heavens that winter sees
Will this thought rise on those who will meet my face no more,
‘He was one who had an eye for such mysteries’?

And will any say when my bell of quittance is heard in the gloom
And a crossing breeze cuts a pause in its outrollings,
Till they rise again, as they were a new bell’s boom,
‘He hears it not now, but used to notice such things’

4      Just want to add – thinking of friends in the path of Isaac and hoping for everyone’s safety.
 

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