Thought for today (In memory of Bessie Bates whose anniversary occurs around this time.):
"Oh flowers of spring, grace the leisure hours of sisters and foretell the future of loves to come. How innocent the times we shared in blissful amusement; blowing stems of dandelion to discover whether he loved me or loved me not and making daisy chains to give to a mother so sweet on our return.
Our Liberal Prime Minister, David Lloyd George is fed up of coalition government with the Conservatives and soon their political arrangement will end. Liberals and Conservatives were never meant to piss in the same pot. Lloyd George never did know my father, but my father knew Lloyd George.
The year of my birth (1922) saw the death of Sir Ernest Shackleton, the antarctic explorer. He never reached his 48th year of life, but a peg-selling gypsy told me that I would live into my 90's. How good a thought it is to know that one's life will span two centuries and see two monarchs enthroned.
I wonder if the remaining family will forget us when we're gone Marian and when we are no longer able to pick flowers for ourselves? Let's blow upon this dandelion and the answer we shall find: They will- they won't- they will- they won't-they will- they won't! See, Marian, I told you that they won't forget us!" William Forde : June 10th, 2013.
"Oh flowers of spring, grace the leisure hours of sisters and foretell the future of loves to come. How innocent the times we shared in blissful amusement; blowing stems of dandelion to discover whether he loved me or loved me not and making daisy chains to give to a mother so sweet on our return.
Our Liberal Prime Minister, David Lloyd George is fed up of coalition government with the Conservatives and soon their political arrangement will end. Liberals and Conservatives were never meant to piss in the same pot. Lloyd George never did know my father, but my father knew Lloyd George.
The year of my birth (1922) saw the death of Sir Ernest Shackleton, the antarctic explorer. He never reached his 48th year of life, but a peg-selling gypsy told me that I would live into my 90's. How good a thought it is to know that one's life will span two centuries and see two monarchs enthroned.
I wonder if the remaining family will forget us when we're gone Marian and when we are no longer able to pick flowers for ourselves? Let's blow upon this dandelion and the answer we shall find: They will- they won't- they will- they won't-they will- they won't! See, Marian, I told you that they won't forget us!" William Forde : June 10th, 2013.
