Thought for today:
"Oh flautist of the woodland glades, how sweetly plays your flute in summer haze, in ground that spawns the seeds of floral generations. Let your sweet notes echo tunes of silver breeze as they travels though the branches of the trees and blows blades of grass below into excitement before alighting on a butterfly's wings and fly to pastures new.
Spring is always a season to rejoice and if there is a better season for man to be buried than another, than it must be spring. On the 26th, April, 1986, my mother was buried, aged 64. Today would have been her birthday. While she couldn't play one note of any musical instrument, she used to love the flute above all others.. Neither could see sing a note in tune, but that never stopped her singing when and wherever she wanted to sing, every day of her life.
I will never forget after I once reproached her for singing way off key and accused her of sounding like a frog on it's last legs. Like the deceased comedian Les Dawson, she told me that it sounded okay to her ears.Then she said, 'God gave us all a voice and the right to use it. I never heard tell that he told some folk they could sing and others that they couldn't. Everyone has the right to sing.....whether others think they can sing or not!'
I have always carried that message with me throughout my life and even to the consternation of others, I have been known to sing at all times and in all places; both on and off key. Thank you Mum for giving me life and thank you for giving me my most precious present of all; my six brothers and sisters. I love you and still miss you." William Forde: January 24th, 2014.
"Oh flautist of the woodland glades, how sweetly plays your flute in summer haze, in ground that spawns the seeds of floral generations. Let your sweet notes echo tunes of silver breeze as they travels though the branches of the trees and blows blades of grass below into excitement before alighting on a butterfly's wings and fly to pastures new.
Spring is always a season to rejoice and if there is a better season for man to be buried than another, than it must be spring. On the 26th, April, 1986, my mother was buried, aged 64. Today would have been her birthday. While she couldn't play one note of any musical instrument, she used to love the flute above all others.. Neither could see sing a note in tune, but that never stopped her singing when and wherever she wanted to sing, every day of her life.
I will never forget after I once reproached her for singing way off key and accused her of sounding like a frog on it's last legs. Like the deceased comedian Les Dawson, she told me that it sounded okay to her ears.Then she said, 'God gave us all a voice and the right to use it. I never heard tell that he told some folk they could sing and others that they couldn't. Everyone has the right to sing.....whether others think they can sing or not!'
I have always carried that message with me throughout my life and even to the consternation of others, I have been known to sing at all times and in all places; both on and off key. Thank you Mum for giving me life and thank you for giving me my most precious present of all; my six brothers and sisters. I love you and still miss you." William Forde: January 24th, 2014.
