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I trawled through my photo’s to find a picture of something I loved and was quite torn as to what to choose. A place maybe, somewhere I was very happy or spent good times, maybe it will remind of thing special in my life.
So the house I grew up in perhaps? Not a particularly wonderful or artistic picture, but it certain tugs at the heart strings and I do love it. Well i did love it. Dad has moved on to a new home for us to fill up with new memories. This house is different now, new owners who have built on and changed things beyond recognition. It will be their happy family home and I hope they enjoy it. So I love the time I spent there and the good times we had as children but it’s not really the bricks and mortar I love is it? It’s representation of the time I was there
Ok so something else then –
Mt Rainier from outside the lodge at the Sunrise visitor centre. Possibly the best picture I have ever taken – certainly one of the most artistic. We had travelled up from Greenwater with family and were caught in low cloud with no view of anything really, except the car park. Then as we sat in the restaurant the clouds disappeared and there out of the window was the most beautiful view. A bright blue sky and crystal white snow in the sunshine! It took my breath away. Is it the mountain I love? or was it the time I spent in America with my big brother? You see he lives there now and we don’t get to see him much (or my lovely lovely sister in law) He’s the only big brother I’ve got, so he’s pretty special to me. We were a team when we were little, pretending to dig our way out of Colditz under the bunkbeds, climbing the cherry tree in the garden, winding up our big sisters – we did that a lot!!! As teenagers we quarrelled and fell out, fought and argued. Now we’re grown up we get on just grand, but he is soooo far away!!! We went to stay the summer after we lost Mum and had the most amazing time. We saw beautiful places, we met wonderful people, and spent time with those I love. So that’s the connection, it’s my brother and sister I love, not really a mountain, just the representation of the time I was there.
So a thing, an object maybe
Again, not an award winning picture, but the heart was a gift from someone very very special. Midge, my own BFF. When I was 7 I met a little tiny person, a friend of a friend, and we seemed to get on. At secondary school – inseparable. Shared lesons, shared heart aches and shared successes! As we grew up we stayed together, my bridesmaid when we got married and the adopted auntie to my babies, We may not speak everyday, or even every week, but we know that the other one is always there. Luckily our other half’s are great friends as well which makes spending time together even better! She is fab and I love her. But again the heart is just a representation, it’s not nearly sparkly enough to be her!
So thats it then isn’t it – it’s people I love really, not things or places but the people in my life. My family and my friends. I don’t have a picture of everyone though, so I do need a representation of them to share as the ‘something I love’ I wish I had a picture of everyone, preferably with artistic lighting and a stunning backdrop.
No moody lighting or clever filter effects, just snapped on my phone at the sea side on wintry windy walk one Christmas. My lovely,loony, laughing family. It’s not everyone, there’s no Irish baby, no Dad, no brother and sisters, no friends or cousins, no Bean or Tiny’s 1,2 and 3. No Pootle, Chuckie or Dumpling or Harry. No in laws, (parents, brother and sister)
But there is my babies, Splosh and Bernard, beautiful and funny and clever. There is my other half, Pretaboire, not better half, but my other half because I am on half a person without him. In 22 years together, we have fought and argued and fallen out, laughed and sung and danced our way through children, nursing, wargames, re-enacting, moving house, grief, joy and life in general. And he is pretty ace!
I see the rest of my family in their faces.Bernard and Pootle are like twins. Pretaboire is just the same as all the Keynko men, they share genes like no other family I know. I sense my brothers sarcasm and sense of humour in Splosh. And in all of them I see the memories of ridiculously funny days out, gut wrenchingly amusing family parties and all the love and effort we have put into building our lives.
So that’s the one I want to share. Thats what I love!