Saturday, 7 December 2013

Darkness, Sadness, A way to remember.




                            Loosing someone close.



I remember loosing my brother, it was not easy to cope, I started to write a little something that I call REMEMBER.

 I am in very low spirits, and I don't like the world very much, I think sadness is like that, you can be so low and still function, but the sadness still gnaws at your juts,I am thinking of my brother Eddie, his wife and children, how they must be feeling, anyway it went like this, but first the darkness,

How deep the Darkness, a Darkness like no other, a Darkness that is all around, bringing sadness to so many, a darkness that drags at our hearts, that brings tears to our eyes, that makes us wilt to our knees, praying for the light to refill our body and our soles, to brighten up our memories with all the joys and laughter that as died with our brother. 

Remembering them all one by one, A little boy, and then, our Mother, and there beside her stands my Brother, light from the Darkness comes with joy, with smiles of happiness from the little boy, 


Remember our love ones without trying
Remember our love ones without crying.

Remember the good times 
forget the bad.

Remember the good things 
forget the sad.

Remember the first date you ever had 
that tantalising moment when he held your hand.

Remember his arms around you holding you close
that heavy breathing next to your throat.

Remember that feeling of wonder at his very first kiss that knight,
that everything you did just felt so right. 

Remember the love you shared together.                                                                                               If only it went on for ever and ever.
                                                                                                                                                        Remember that white dress that you once wore,
the love the oaths that you both swore.

Remember the Uniform  he use to wear,
so proud, so straight, he knew you were there. 

Remember walking down that special aisle,
both of you with ready smiles.

Remember the people gathered all around 
confetti in your hair confetti on the ground.

Remember flashes of light cameras at the ready,
some aimed at you some at Eddie.

Remember at the reception, good times were had by all
looking at you two having a ball.

Yes,! Remember that day that you were both wed,
that joy that laughter, that evening in bed.

Remember his head on the pillow next to yours,
He gently sleeps He gently snores,

Prod him gently to make him move, its your undoing
so it will prove.

Remember the hand that held yours tight,
Remember the arms that held you at night.

Remember the love he gave to you,
when he felt unwell or maybe blue

Remember the children, one by one, the joy,                                                                                            the laughter and all their fun.

Remember the smile upon his face ,                                                                                                      if his children beat him in a race.

Remember the walks you used to take,
maybe a pond?, a boat on a lake?.

Remember the assurance he gave to you,
when he held your hand and took you to school.

Remember at Christmas,
the presents you had, some for you and some for dad.

Remember the ice creams on a hot summers day ,
Remember the church where you use to pray.

I LIGHT A CANDLE TO SHOW THE WAY
IN GODS LOVE I HOPE YOU STAY
THE LIGHT OF OUR LOVE WILL LEAD YOU ON
TO GOD OUR FATHER AND ONLY SON.

Its important to remember, to let the light enter the Darkness, to brighten up our lives, to bring a feeling of well being to you and your families,  the glow of his memories will keep you warm.





 I am not a poet, its just something that I wrote when I was feeling very low, it helped me get through the dark times of my life,there was a lot of emotions going on,anger,sorrow, loss,wast, death, I have lost my Mother, brother, mother in law, father in law,uncle, uncle, nephew, and a number of good friends.

                                                       I just do not like it.

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

BLAKE WEDDINGS



                                                             BLAKE WEDDINGS


                                                                THE MOTHER

                                                            
           
                                 Here are the daughters of Beatrice May Blake / nee Cumner

These are some of the weddings of the Blake family,  I thought it would be nice  to show you some photographs of their weddings, starting with my sister Iris.
                                                                                                                                               

                                                                     Sister Iris

                                                                              


                    This is my sister Iris and her husband bill, or William Griffiths,
                    the bridesmaid is Gloria Hawkins, and of course me Melvyn Blake

                                                                              


             These are my sisters Sylvia and Shirley, Bridesmaids for my sister Iris.
What you should know, is that in them days they use to make their own wedding and bridesmaids  dresses, ( in the background you can see the mast of H.M.S. Victory, ).
                                                                        
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                                                                        Sister Marion

                                       Below is my sister Marion and her husband Ken Ross,
Mother stands on the far right, my sister Daisey in front of her, I am not to sure who the other bridesmaids are yet, I will try to find out their names.
                                                                                                                                        



                                  Again they made their own wedding and bridesmaid  dresses

                                                                           


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Below is is my sister daisy and her husband Sid or Sidney Ross , (no relation to the other Ross, ).
my sister Iris is the Bridesmaid this time, and of course most of the family is there.
                                                                       

                                                                       Sister Daisey



                                                                              
                                                                                

                                  Mum, Shirley , Bill, Marion,  Edward, ken, Iris, George, Sylvia
                                                                Peter,  Ralph, Melvyn, Richard
                                                           and two little ones I'm not sure about


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This is my sister Sylvia and her first husband George, my sister Shirley is again one of the bridesmaids

                                                                      

                                                                        Sister Sylvia


                                                                                

As you can see the family is getting bigger  and older.
Lets just say we are all there.


I just had to show you the close up of my little sister. 
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This is the little girl in the last photograph all grown up and getting married herself, she married Peter Kendrick, a nice lad, but I did fell sorry for him, all five boys had gone up to him separately to warn him off, you know !! look after her or else !!.  poor boy?, but I will say, he has done a good job.



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          Well I could not leave myself or my wife out, so here we are , not dressed in white, but the choice was hers, and yet even after forty five years, I do feel guilty she did not have a white wedding.              
                                 

                                                     Perhaps she will have White the next time.


                      I will add more photographs of the rest of the boys when I get them .