I am not good at remembering names. When I was young I used to get embarrassed because I would confuse one person with another. Now I am old I just say I'm sorry I don't remember. I remember walking down the church steps
with my friend who helped me run the Sunday School. She walked between me and another lady. She suddenly said "I don't remember your names. You will have to introduce yourselves to each other".
My biggest problem is remembering actors' names. My husband could name them all. He could even always name the actor in voice overs in TV advertisements which I thought was clever. There is one actor I particularly admired who was always popping up in films, usually as a German. My very favourite role of his was as the German General who was captured by partisans in Crete in the film "Ill met by Moonlight" This is a true story of the adventures of Patrick Leigh Fermor. I have seen it many times and each time I struggle to remember his name. Now I think I have nailed it! Today's entry in the Dictionary of National Biography is MARIUS GORING. Now I shan't forget it!
Wednesday 23 May 2012
Friday 18 May 2012
Family Wedding
Hello Hatters,
Sorry about the gap. Computer problems, eye problems and as for the weather, well! I generally lacked inspiration. However, I have just spent a few days in Kent, the beautiful Garden of England. It was exactly the right time to go. The trees were all coming into leaf, a lovely spring green. The trees in the narrow lanes met overhead making a pretty green tunnel to drive through and the hedgerows were white with cow parsley.
We went to my granddaughter's wedding. It was like a fairy tale. The only fine weekend after weeks of wet, gloomy weather. The sun shone brilliantly.
Holly looked beautiful, her bridegroom dashing, her father, my son, handsome and her attendants, three young ladies and two little boys, charming. (I'm running out of adjectives). The wedding took place in the spacious grounds of an 18th century Manor House deep in the Kent countryside. When we arrived we were greeted by dreamy, romantic music played by a guitarist. We found our seats and the bridal party descended the steps from the terrace. crossed the long lawn and walked along the red carpet between the guests' chairs to the gazebo where the ceremony was performed. The bride's lovely dress had a long train which was held up all the way by my two little French grandsons, brothers of the bride, who later presented the rings to the happy couple. Amanda read two appropriate pieces of love poetry and soon the vows were said and the ceremony over.
After an interval for chat and photographs we went into the marquee for afternoon tea which was prettily laid on eight circular tables This was later followed by music for dancing in the adjoining barn. A stroke of genius was the arrival of the Fish & Chip van as more guests arrived for the evening celebrations.
It was so nice to meet up with so many family members and old friends. Ten of us retired to our hotel in Hythe and it was 1 a.m. before I finally found my bed but what a lovely day!
Sorry about the gap. Computer problems, eye problems and as for the weather, well! I generally lacked inspiration. However, I have just spent a few days in Kent, the beautiful Garden of England. It was exactly the right time to go. The trees were all coming into leaf, a lovely spring green. The trees in the narrow lanes met overhead making a pretty green tunnel to drive through and the hedgerows were white with cow parsley.
We went to my granddaughter's wedding. It was like a fairy tale. The only fine weekend after weeks of wet, gloomy weather. The sun shone brilliantly.
Holly looked beautiful, her bridegroom dashing, her father, my son, handsome and her attendants, three young ladies and two little boys, charming. (I'm running out of adjectives). The wedding took place in the spacious grounds of an 18th century Manor House deep in the Kent countryside. When we arrived we were greeted by dreamy, romantic music played by a guitarist. We found our seats and the bridal party descended the steps from the terrace. crossed the long lawn and walked along the red carpet between the guests' chairs to the gazebo where the ceremony was performed. The bride's lovely dress had a long train which was held up all the way by my two little French grandsons, brothers of the bride, who later presented the rings to the happy couple. Amanda read two appropriate pieces of love poetry and soon the vows were said and the ceremony over.
After an interval for chat and photographs we went into the marquee for afternoon tea which was prettily laid on eight circular tables This was later followed by music for dancing in the adjoining barn. A stroke of genius was the arrival of the Fish & Chip van as more guests arrived for the evening celebrations.
It was so nice to meet up with so many family members and old friends. Ten of us retired to our hotel in Hythe and it was 1 a.m. before I finally found my bed but what a lovely day!
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