Saturday, 18 January 2014
Been a busy weekend. Yesterday went to a funeral. Sheila's husband George. He was in his early eighties. It always surprises me how much you learn about people, even ones you think you know quite well, when you attend their funeral. George, I learned, started life as an East End Cockney, and became a carpenter, who did very well for himself. He married three times, and had a good many children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, all of whom attended the funeral, and were obviously very fond of him. All I really knew of him (before his funeral) was that he was a nice, restful sort of chap who it was pleasant to spend time with. He will be missed in Highdale.
The funeral Service was held in Saint Mary's Church here in Highdale. The picture above is of the South door of the Church (the main doorway). It was built in the 14th/15th century, as was the door itself. It's worn well, although there's a good deal of graffiti scribed into the door, initials, dates, etc., some of it from the mid 1700s.
Today we have been to the annual lunch of the Mothers' Union, to which the members are expected to take their husbands. It's usually held in early January, and there's a feeling that it tends to mark the end of the Christmas season. It was held a little later than usual this year. It is held in the dining room of the Stoke-by-Nayland Golf Club. For the main course there is a choice of turkey or beef or both, followed by a good choice of puddings, and/or cheese, then coffee (or tea). I had the beef, Ann had both, then Ann had pudding and I had Stilton (and a good, mature, Stilton, it was, too). We both had coffee (one small cup thereof in my case). It was the first time since last March that I'd had caffeine. Enjoyed it, and, so far, no ill effects. It is always a good do, the post Christmas Mothers' Union Lunch. Everybody knows everyone else, there is good solid, well cooked grub, and excellent wine. Who could ask for more?
Good Night All.