It is infuriating and frustrating when people can`t say a simple "thank you".
I then tell myself I`ve done it for my dead rellies, who will be known to more people than before .
" Lump of grass " them! My rellies will be remembered, even by such miserable beings and that for me is what it is about, a bit of immortality for people who led simple unremarkable lives and struggled through conditions and illnesses we never dream of.
I am old enough to remember elderly people recounting their childhood when it was common for
women to wait outside pubs for at least some of their husband`s wages before they drank it all away, as many men were paid in a pub. Kids barefoot and hungry to school. Mums only able to buy a cup of sugar , couldn`t afford a bag. Bread and jam was that--no butter .
Waiting to buy the scraps off the butcher`s floor, full of sawdust. Now that is poverty but people today think they are poor and many do struggle but by comparison they don`t know they are born.
I`m not wishing anyone should be so deprived but what I am saying those ancestors who struggled through deserve to be remembered by as many as possible----even ungrateful miserable users.
Viktoria.
