Here are some bridge travel memories from our visit to London last year. The photos were taken from London Bridge, one of the many bridges which span the River Thames. The original bridge was a wooden construction, built by the Roman founders of London in 50AD. I wonder what they would think of it now.
The iconic Tower Bridge, officially opened in 1894 is one of London’s most famous landmarks.
In the other direction is Cannon Street Railway Bridge, which was opened in 1866. This bridge carries trains on the Southeastern line over the River Thames to Cannon Street Station.
Looking at these photos makes me long to be able to travel again. We were just chatting on the phone to our daughter in South Africa and to Chris’s mom in England, and saying how we can’t wait to be able to see and hug one another.
Yesterday, my darling Mom-in-law Kathleen celebrated her 107th birthday with her friends and the wonderful staff at the care home in England where she resides.
Since she turned 105, she now qualifies for a congratulations card from Queen Elizabeth every year.
As the care home is in strict lock down during this pandemic, no visitors are allowed, not even family. We did however call her on FaceTime and she chatted to her grandchildren and great grandchildren too. She had a wonderful tea party with a gorgeous birthday cake.
The sides were decorated with sugar- icing broccoli and carrots because when she is asked “What is the secret of your longevity?” she now replies, “I eat broccoli and carrots every day with my dinner.”
I can remember a few years ago that her answer used to be “Chocolate and red wine.”
What an inspiration she is to us all. She is always happy and positive when we call and understands why she can’t have family visits. I think she really misses her Scrabble games with a couple of friends who used to come every Friday afternoon, but she keeps herself entertained with her favourite TV programmes and loves taking part in the chair aerobics that the staff organise for the residents. I hope she continues in good health and that next year when this pesky Covid-19 is over, we’ll be able to visit her again.
Here is one of my sister’s paintings still in progress. I think it fits the ‘Patchwork’ theme.
This colourful patchwork stool was seen on our travels outside a shop in Heidelberg.
Last but by no means least is a patchwork ‘Memory Bear’ made by a dear friend, out of my darling Mom’s favourite skirt and a purple top which I bought her as a birthday present. She made one for my sister and also one for my daughter.
Happy Sunday to you all and I hope you’re well and staying safe. We just spoke to my mom-in-law Kathleen in England, who is going to be 107 in August. We were saying that we would love to be able to travel over to see her but unfortunately won’t be able to come over this year. She understands the situation though and said, “Oh well, in life, whatever we’re dished up, we just have to make the best of it, don’t we?” I’m thinking that her ‘laissez faire’ attitude to life may just be the secret to her longevity.
I recently connected again with Rebecca Budd a dear friend and fellow blogger from Vancouver, and we had another enjoyable conversation via the wonderful world of Podcast. This time we spoke about the joy that music brings to our lives and I shared some of my memories of how I came to play the piano and the happiness it has brought into my life over the years. Some of you have said in the past that you would like to hear me play and when you listen to the podcast, you will hear me playing the lovely melody ‘The Way We Were’, a song made famous by Barbra Streisand. I hope you enjoy listening.
Just click the link below to be taken to the podcast.
Debbie’s‘One Word Sunday’ theme, ‘Overlap’, made me think of one of my sister Yvonne’s beautiful African paintings. I love the way the colours and textures overlap one another. This was still on her easel, so maybe there was more overlapping to be done.
Here are hubby and I resting our weary legs after walking around all the ruins that Athens has to offer.
Our son Jeff, also a bit travel-weary, sat himself down with a slightly more interesting view in the background.
We always seem to be sitting down. Here we are in Central Park NYC. It’s a wonder we ever get anywhere.
Here are Jeff and his dad sitting down in Tombstone Arizona at the bar in Big Nose Kate’s Saloon, the best cowboy bar in the West, dating back to 1880.
And talking of bars and alcohol, here is Bubba our verbose guide at the Jack Daniel’s distillery in Tennessee. He was telling us at great length of how Jack was injured one morning, when in a fit of temper he kicked the door of his safe after he forgot the combination and couldn’t get it open. The injury to his toe spread to his whole foot and turned gangrenous. After having his leg amputated, he died of complications at the young age of sixty-one.
On that sad note, I’ll wish you all a very pleasant rest of the week. Keep calm and live longer.