This is Jesus talking: “The advocate, the Holy Spirit, who the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said.”
John 14 : 26
Under each one is printed the word ‘foreign’.
Mom walked gingerly from the customs’ exit under her arm was a bag carefully balanced and held. Inside was pottery. Crisp with age as it had been in her granny’s kitchen when she was a child.
I was to be the new custodian as she didn’t know how or when she would be moving. England would be a safe place to keep it for Shelly’s eldest son, and so it has been in my kitchen for thirty odd years.
The small delicate flowers painted on the sides were a bright but small token of what they saw here that year.
Our family in Bulawayo knew a family of four with two young boys a little older than us. One was a pianist, as was my sister, the other a science type. As so often happens, life gives us other opportunities, and the youngest boy became enthralled by botany. The year mum and dad were here he and a team were working on the South African display at Chelsea. The tickets for early in the week had been sold, but my younger son’s best friend’s mother had it all covered. She was an editor for botanical books, and her tickets were available as she had too much to do. Mum and Dad couldn’t have been more thrilled to see a gold on the South African stand.
It was also at the time of one of their visits here that we put Dad in a pillory.
We had been continuing our walk along the Thames, and while walking near Culham, we came across this device.
A pillory is a wooden framework with holes for the head and hands, in which offenders were firmly imprisoned and exposed to public abuse.
We joked rather than using rotten vegetables.🤣
Mum and Dad were very much part of this adventure along the Thames and it was a privilege to have these pictures carefully saved by my parents and then given back to me when we said goodbye to Dad in July.
Here are a few to help us remember these good times.
A few thought-provoking things said about photography:
A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.
Eudora Welty.
Photography is the story I fail to put into words.
Destin Sparks
Photographs to understand what our lives mean to us.
Ralph Hattersky
Thank you for letting me share these memories with you at this time.
Sandy 🙂 ( “Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. Aaron Siskind. ” I wish I had said that first.)
Such a pretty pottery set and very precious. Thank you for sharing your family and snap shot moments they are precious too. 💜🌷🌹
Precious photos and memories!
Thank you ,Donna. It is helpful to remember at this time. We had many happy times.
Wonderful memories.
By the way, we met up with David’s brother, John at the game count …
Yes, those pictures are lovely to have. Thank you for giving them to us.
Thank you, Morag. Truely more precious now for a number of reasons partly due to the fact that Roy and I are probably older than my parents were when those pictures were taken. 🤗