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White Primroses, 2040 and Glass

Our Suffragette garden is waking up – the White Primroses are looking beautiful.We are just back from a special screening of the film 2040 in which award-winning director Damon Gameau embarks on journey to explore what the future would look like by the year 2040 if we simply embraced the best solutions already available to us to improve our planet and shifted them into the mainstream. It was, as a friend said, both galvanising and uplifting. Do see it if you can.

We are out for dinner with friends tonight and I have made a small glass gift to take, a sailing boat with a silver fish from a donated earring. 

 

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Mum, Imagine and A Memory

It’s twenty five years since my lovely Mum died. I love this photo of her with her little brother. She must have been about six or seven and he about two or three. I wish I knew.

Mum with Geoff

A very good friend, folk singer John the Fish, sang ‘Imagine’ at Mum’s Humanist funeral.

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one.

The following photo was taken in Carn Brea Castle, just nearby,  on the occasion of Mum and Dad’s Golden Wedding in 1989. They were married on September 2nd 1939, the day before war was declared and had their honeymoon in Blackpool rather than Paris which had been the chosen destination.

My Mum and me in 1989

 

 
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Posted by on June 4, 2018 in Photography

 

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