Today, I went to the scattering of my aunt's ashes. Is that what you call it? A scattering? I don't think it has a name and I don't think there was to be much of a ceremony. You may remember I posted about Aunt Nesta's Treasure.
Aunt Nesta's wish was to be scattered in the same place as her husband Alistair who died back in 2002. (I promise this is not a morbid post). They had been together for almost 60 years... can you imagine, 60 years with the same person? They had no children so had devoted themselves to their own interests and each other. How completely they lived for each other was apparent in Aunt Nesta's desolation after the death of Uncle Alistair. Alistair had been a professor of chemistry at Oxford University, Nesta was also a chemist but worked for a long while as a librarian in the Bodleian. Their house was full of books and papers... when I say full... I mean FULL. They had long ago filled every shelf, every nook, crannie, cupboard and box, and a…
It's been so long I can't actually remember everything that has happened since I last posted. But I will try.
The Olive Harvest came and went, we did very well. but alas the price was 37 cents a kg so our monetary gain was very poor. It is just enough to purchase the swish new cooker I have my eyes on. but this is a slow process. The cooker will be purchased in the UK, delivered to my son who will store it for a while (time unknown?) until his neighbours who have a house in Madrid which they are renovating decide to load up a van full of goodies and drive to Spain. We will then collect the cooker from them in Madrid and bring it home. I feel like it's Little House on the Prairie and I have to await the arrival of the next wagon train west. Patience not being my strong point this is a challenge.
I had planned to get cracking on my Fig Recipe Book which I hope to publish this year but then I was asked to participate in the celebrations for International Women's Da…
When I was a young woman I had a very good friend, she was 30 years older than me but we both enjoyed creating with textiles and the age difference between us melted away as we became engrossed in conversation about our latest projects. Flo was energetic and indefatigable. I remember once her husband went to work in the morning and she set to decorating the lounge. She took all the paintings off the wall, moved the furniture and with the help of stepladders (she was only just 5 foot tall) she repainted the ceiling and walls, in the same clean white colour as before. And had all the furniture and paintings back in place before her husband returned home from work in the evening.
She made pill box hats by hand and wore them with little French jackets and every year on her wedding anniversary she would wear the same lace blouse (now very threadbare indeed) that she wore on her wedding day and go to a restaurant with her husband, him sporting his wedding tie.