2015
THE
LATEST VIDEO OF ME ON MY 82 nd
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MUM PLAYING SNOOKER !
Had an excellent year ! After all the worries at the beginning of 2014,
I've had a very good couple of years. No health, (or money!)
worries. When I think of conditions when my dad retired, I feel so
fortunate. Bought myself a buggy for £2,000 ...... I love quality .....
it's a real "Rolls Royce". For me it's better than having a car.
Last year my thoughts were of my Dad. It being the 100 years since the start of the Great War.
This year (today is 5 th August !) my thoughts were of my Mum. She was 84 when she died (in 1980?). I get a lot of my genes from her - including her weepy eyes ! She used to sing in the pubs & play the piano/accordion/jaws harp, and had quite a good voice. I found this track on Amazon (hope I haven't broken copyright). The singer is Rose Marie, and when I played it I almost cried. Her voice so reminded me of my Mum singing it. The words, and Rose Marie singing are on the right.
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One again I have been inveigled into doing another website! This time for Carl's friend, Laura, a beautician .(In progress). I'll have to bung my compiler into a furnace & burn it so that I am not tempted yet once again !
Been on Isle of Arran now for 10 years - Never been off it - Never looked back .
Eight years ago I was robbed of £70 by a carer. No-one would listen to me.
She has now been caught stealing sums of £17,000, £3,200 & £3,000 ! My story is HERE
I well remember my first visit HERE ! I'll be back !!
Sorry about the length ...... just grewed ...... like Topsy. You do get lonely; you know ....
Last year my thoughts were of my Dad. It being the 100 years since the start of the Great War.
This year (today is 5 th August !) my thoughts were of my Mum. She was 84 when she died (in 1980?). I get a lot of my genes from her - including her weepy eyes ! She used to sing in the pubs & play the piano/accordion/jaws harp, and had quite a good voice. I found this track on Amazon (hope I haven't broken copyright). The singer is Rose Marie, and when I played it I almost cried. Her voice so reminded me of my Mum singing it. The words, and Rose Marie singing are on the right.
To get back here --- use your [BACK BUTTON] or [SWIPE]
One again I have been inveigled into doing another website! This time for Carl's friend, Laura, a beautician .(In progress). I'll have to bung my compiler into a furnace & burn it so that I am not tempted yet once again !
Been on Isle of Arran now for 10 years - Never been off it - Never looked back .
Eight years ago I was robbed of £70 by a carer. No-one would listen to me.
She has now been caught stealing sums of £17,000, £3,200 & £3,000 ! My story is HERE
I well remember my first visit HERE ! I'll be back !!
Sorry about the length ...... just grewed ...... like Topsy. You do get lonely; you know ....
CLICK THE PIC ABOVE TO HEAR ROSE MARIE SINGING
WHEN I LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND
I know a millionaire
Who’s burdened down with care;
A load is on his mind.
He’s thinking of the day
When he must pass away
And leave his wealth behind.
I haven’t any gold
To leave when I grow old;
Somehow it passed me by.
I’m very poor, but still
I’ll leave a precious will
When I must say goodbye.
I’ll leave the sunshine to the flowers,
I’ll leave the springtime to the trees;
And to the old folks I’ll leave the mem’ries
Of a baby upon their knees.
I’ll leave the nighttime to the dreamers,
I’ll leave the songbirds to the blind;
I’ll leave the moon above
To those in love
When I leave the world behind,
When I leave the world behind.
To ev’ry wrinkled face
I’ll leave a fireplace
To paint their fav’rite scene:
Within the golden rays
Scenes of their childhood days
When they were sweet sixteen.
I’ll leave them each a song
To sing the whole day long
As toward the end they plod.
To ev’ry broken heart
With sorrow torn apart
I’ll leave the love of God.
I’ll leave the sunshine to the flowers,
I’ll leave the springtime to the trees;
And to the old folks I’ll leave the mem’ries
Of a baby upon their knees.
I’ll leave the nighttime to the dreamers,
I’ll leave the songbirds to the blind;
I’ll leave the moon above
To those in love
When I leave the world behind,
When I leave the world behind.