To times past, and to the future
This is a personal page and you can skip it if you like.
But I’m going to write it anyway, because it’s my site and I can do what I like.
It all started on this day 32 years ago, before most of you were even born.
He was a bashful bloke who enjoyed a pint and a singsong. She was a beautiful girl who worked in the same building.
He never had the nerve to ask her out because he didn’t have the confidence, and she didn’t seem to notice he existed anyway.
One evening someone was having a leaving-do down the pub, so the office was there in strength. He had his guitar out as usual, and there was a good singsong going. Next thing, he realised She was sitting next to him.. Of course the ol’ Guinness gave him Dutch courage and he chatted her up. They got on well.
One year later [to the day] they got married.
It wasn’t one of those modern weddings that costs as much as a small house. It was a country wedding. In the snow. And they all went to the hotel after and had a great meal and a singsong. People still talk about that wedding, and how it was one of the best they’d ever attended.
The couple soon bought a house and it took every penny they had. But they were happy.
Then a baby came along and they were even happier.
She left work to look after the baby, so they literally didn’t have two pennies to rub together. But they managed somehow, and they were even happier.
Years later, the baby had grown into a teenager. That was the start of the bad years.
Teenagers cost a lot, and the couple still didn’t have much so it was a struggle.
And teenagers cause a lot of grief. So times were hard. But they stuck with it, because they loved each other and they loved their daughter. Even if she did act like the child from hell.
But they got through all that in the end. The daughter grew up into a beautiful kind caring woman, and the child from hell was just a bad dream.
The years have passed. The daughter has left home and has two children of her own, but she calls to see them regularly.
They still don’t have much money because he is retired. But they own their own beautiful home and their needs are few so it doesn’t matter. They have everything they need.
The couple are no longer in love. They have gone much deeper than that. And they don’t talk much, because they know what each other is thinking. They are completely at peace with life.
So this is just a little note to Herself. Thank you for those wonderful 32 years. And here’s to the next 32.
It’ll never last! ๐
Sure you are only starting!
Who needs money anyway?
Happy days to both of you
Do you know, Skellig – they were the exact words my mother used at our first dinner together after the wedding. My mother was noted for her tact and diplomacy.รย And she was not joking!!
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And thanks, Grannymar ๐
I have just added the post below [I put it below for continuity, and because I can].
I added it because I find it strange in light of what I wrote. In particular, the second last paragraph.
Having just got married myself, wife expecting a child in a few months and as she’s going to stay at home and mind the little one this post resonates for me! Thank God we don’t have a huge massive mortgage, just a huge one..
Congratulations Donncha. Just think – another 30 years or so and you’ll be in the same boat as myself. We are experienced babysitters, so don’t hesitate……
That’s the best item you have posted yet, Grandad! It is really lovely. Congratulations to you both, and here’s wishing you many more decades of happiness together in your beautiful home on the hill. ๐
ah, i felt all sentimental when i read this and was going to post something warm and feel-goody and then i read skellig and grannymar and realized that sarcasm and wit would be the real way to honor you.
so i’ll come back again when i’m feeling more sarcastic and witty and a wee less sentimental.
Monique, I’m insulted at the “best item you have posted yet” bit. The post was a lapse in personality. It won’t happen again, and I apologise to all my regulars. But thanks anyway ๐
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Laurie has the right idea….!
Grandad, your secret is out, it’s too late for back-pedalling. Inside that crotchety old curmudgeon with a lavatorial turn-of-phrase at every corner hides a sentimental old romantic. That’s why Herself has put up with you so long! ๐ ๐
Lavatorial?????? How dare you! Anyway, the only reason I posted it was that I forgot to get a card, and I thought I might get away with it this way. I did ๐
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Herself is always bitching about the amount of time I spend on-line, and this has killed two birds with one stone – I got away with the lack of card, and she is more benign when it come to my blogging. I’m not stupid, you know.
Child from hell?! HA!! You got off lightly.
I’d retract that before I change my mind about the nursing home. You might find yourself sleeping on a park bench with a CSI boxset and no telly to watch it on…
Speaking of CSI, I’m getting great ideas as to how to clean up evidence at a murder scene so WATCH your back.
Hmmmmm. Guess who Offspring is!
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OK. You weren’t the child from hell. You were worse, and you know it.
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I don’t mind park benches. I can blog from our local coffee shop, and I’m bored of TV. Who needs a home.
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And just to let you know – if I die an unnatural death, the dog gets the LOT.