Thought for today:
"I grew up with my mother's morning rendition of her favourite song, 'Far away places'. Whatever the weather or her mood, she never failed to sing it out of tune and out of verse. Whenever I berated her for her inability to hold a tune, she would always reply with the same words: 'Everyone has the right to sing, Billy; even those who can't. The woods would be a silent place if no birds sang there except those that sang best!' She was of course right in what she said and I wish she was around now to sing her song. She may not have been able to hold a tune, but she always had a song to sing. Her favourite singer was Vera Lynn; someone in later years who became a friend of mine. Love you, Mum. Miss you lots. Your son, Billy."
William Forde: 4th September, 2012.
"I grew up with my mother's morning rendition of her favourite song, 'Far away places'. Whatever the weather or her mood, she never failed to sing it out of tune and out of verse. Whenever I berated her for her inability to hold a tune, she would always reply with the same words: 'Everyone has the right to sing, Billy; even those who can't. The woods would be a silent place if no birds sang there except those that sang best!' She was of course right in what she said and I wish she was around now to sing her song. She may not have been able to hold a tune, but she always had a song to sing. Her favourite singer was Vera Lynn; someone in later years who became a friend of mine. Love you, Mum. Miss you lots. Your son, Billy."
William Forde: 4th September, 2012.
