Month: March 2017

The Letter: Curtains of Desire – Episode 1

2017-03-26 (1)

“The other day I found one of your letters amongst some papers.”

2017-03-26 (3)

Is it a nice letter, dear?

2017-03-26 (4)

“It’s lovely, Mum. It’s a saga, that’s what you call it, about desiring and obtaining some new curtain material. You wanted that fabric so greatly.” Me and my materials. Your father used to call them my “schmutter”. Which curtains were these then?

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Time Passes: The Look

2017-03-12a

You forget how old you are, you know, and time does pass.    “What do you mean?”

2017-03-12b

Well, do you know who you look like now … in that hat?

2017-03-12c

You look just like me, dear.

Time and Different Childhoods

2017-03-09a

“See, I couldn’t have that childhood now. We wouldn’t have a beach hut like that. And our telly was black and white with one channel and no adverts … free education, cold houses, shared-line phones that plugged into the wall, free healthcare  … cooking your own food from scratch,  laundry mangles, washing lines …”

2017-03-09b

Have you finished, dear?  “I could go on …”

2017-03-09c

I’m sure  you could. But these days people go on holiday to Thailand rather than Bournemouth. So don’t worry about  the beach hut.

Beach Huts

2017-03-05

“Do you remember the beach hut where that photo was taken, Mum?”

2017-03-05a

Of course I do, dear. It belonged to a friend of your uncle.

2017-03-05b

“The huts were on a spit of sand between the river and the sea. I remember wood splinters and cold sand on my feet when I walked between them.”

2017-03-05c

“They cost nearly a quarter of a million each now, those huts, Mum.”

I don’t believe you.   “Time passes Mum … and prices rise.”