I’m sorry that I’ve not communicated with you this week dear friends. I have been particularly stressed with life events, as you do.
My lovely Mum has been in hospital for some time following a fall. Hospital visiting can be very stressful especially when she is so disorientated. The care home, where she has lived happily for the past four years, have refused to let her go back as they ” can no longer meet her needs”. This is after we were reassured a few months ago that she could live there until she died. The home, Holcroft Grange, CLS, Culcheth have seriously let her down. We are now searching for another more careing home whilst she sits sad and lonely in the corner of the hospital ward.
My brave soldier son has smashed his ankle this week. He’s deflecting all sympathy and awaiting a scan and a reconstruction. My first instinct was to dash the 200 miles and hug him better. I finally decided this was not what he would want and visited my Mum instead.
My third, and hopefully final trauma, was a panic phone call when Gorgeous Grandson fell downstairs. The dash to A and E revealled no damage and all was well! Phew!
I de stressed at home by making a baby doll for a project next weekend (more about that another time). She’s made from a sock and took me around 60 minutes to make. She’s not hungry as she’s stuffed with rice and she’s no trouble at all.
I make no excuse for the fact that I have blogged about these curtains before on a previous blog because I adore them. They were made by my Nanna (grandmother) in the late 1940s early 1950s. Despite having lost three fingers from her left hand in an industrial accident in approximately 1918 Amy Kennedy went on to be a proficient needle woman.
These curtains are embroidered around three sides (you can’t see the hem) with detailed solid stitches. Nanna used linen to sew on and the curtains are also self lined. I am lucky enough to have two identical pairs of these curtains which suit my small cottage windows perfectly. They wash well but need to be treated with great respect if they are to serve another generation.
Nanna left a mini stash of embroidery which I love dearly. It is fantastic to use these items as it makes me feel as if she is still with me in some way.
Nanna Amy’s other claim to fame is that she was an active member of St Johns Ambulance Brigade. Following her life altering accident as a young woman, the wire factory gave her a job in the “Ambulance Room”(factory first aid room) where she worked for the rest of her life as a nurse. Her role as a volunteer “nurse” with St Johns took her to Liverpool during the bombing of the docks of World War 2. Here she stayed for the worst days helping the injured with emergency first aid. What a woman!
I am so proud of my Grandmothers achievements that I am thinking of her today on Mothering Sunday here in the UK. With this thought may all women, mothers or otherwise, have an exceptionally good day today.