Oh ,Sunday School Choruses, we loved them and did actions to some .” Only a boy called David” ,a big stamp at the end when “ Goliath Goliath came tumbling down !”
“Zaccheus was a very little man”who climbed a tree to catch a glimpse of Jesus,
Running over, my cup is full and running over ——
I am H A P P Y —-
Jesus wants me for a sunbeam
Clifden College was I seem to remember where Methodist Ministers trained.
Sunday School was a treat,a story,some singing and with my friends from our little hamlet .
Best clothes on and back in the afternoon for afternoon S,S.thenwait for adults for afternoon Chapel, home for ,tea and back for evening Chapel.Four times a day ,but it was just how it was.
We were not allowed toys or books on Sundays,except Bible stories , this in rural Shropshire on the Welsh border.
We knew nothing different.
Well ,we did not get to the Golf Club as there was a funeral booked in,well for the refreshments after the commital,so we went to a nearby hostelry, very nice,I had Feta cheese salad .
Swapped presents etc and a chat, my sister in law was rather subdued , her daughter took me aside and said her Mum was forgetting things -so I said
“ snap- me too ,we are 87 and 88,it is very common at our age.
We are prescribed so many drugs which frequently cause confusion and memory loss , but we have to take them so it is inevitable we will be adversely affected.”
So we talked about things of years ago ,so many funny incidents , that still make us laugh over sixty years later.
Well some bags for the charity shop.
If they don’t go soon things will creep back in to drawers !
Fairly sunny but very cold this morning — oooer not yet fed the fish,must do that.
A parcel from my sister yesterday. ,a jar of her - very runny Tay berry jam.
My jam is stiffish ,hers always runny.
I have had some on toast ,very nice .
Well things to do so must get on,you lot do delay me
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Cheerio.Viktoria.
