My mother took a good deal of angse from me and at this stage I guess I was in early teenage years at boarding school. We didn't see family from one term holiday to the other on the whole, but this day was different. I'd come out from my music lesson which had not gone well and as soon as I made it out the door floods of tears ran down my face. I looked up hearing the sound of the main gate opening and there was MUM! Oh I was so pleased to see her! Often that scene would pop into my mind especially when I was at my most irritable with my poor mother. I would immediately soften, give her another chance, and secretly say "thanks Mum!"
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.