The weather was pretty blustery here today in the West so I decided to go for a walk and admire the trees that grow strong and sturdy along the way , these trees just grow and once a year the council comes along and does a bit of chopping here and there just to make sure that their presence does not cause a hazard to the motorist. Every year they grow back and provide a rich tapestry of greens and browns along the country roads here. There are no gardeners to nurture their daily needs for water and nutrients they take care of themselves and are well adapted to our climate , these are the trees I am going to try and grow in my garden native Irish trees especially the hazels , the hawthorn and wild roses.
I remember as a child my lovely Auntie Kathleen getting married and making our bridesmaid bouquets from the wild roses in my grand parents little garden at the front of their house , I can still see that lovely house so simple and yet such a magical place for us children to be. It is so funny the way the subconscious mind works its way through what we think of as reality don’t you think?
Why are memories of my lovely aunt’s wedding coming to me tonight of all nights reminding me of the happy wedding of an Aunt I loved so much.
They are such welcome memories , my grand parents had a very simple cottage back then , they must have had electricity , just the lights no plugs perhaps because I recall somebody fitting the cable from the gramophone to the light bulb holder , I could be mistaken but this memory does exist.
I also remember lots of Irish music, lovely food, a barrel of beer and lots of visitors to the house. My aunt Kathleen was very pretty and nothing pleased me more than when someone said I was the image of her, she was much more beautiful than I but there was a good bit of resemblance and I lapped it up.
The day before the wedding there were at least 2 trips to town for bits and bobs , the white cotton socks and the white sandals that you polished with a special whitener , my poor mother’s hair turned out wrong so she had to go back to the hairdresser in order to sort it out but that night when we all returned there was much laughter and cheer in the house as we prepared for the next day .
How we all got ready is a miracle , no bathroom, no running water but oh my how we all gleamed and after the church off to the hotel for the meal and I remember my grand Father singing a song called Maggie . Two of the nicest sayings I remember my auntie Kath for were ‘your worth your weight in gold,’ and God bless your cotton socks’. It was one of the best days of my life and for this beautiful memory I am so grateful.