During a walk yesterday my youngest was looking for a story “from when you were a little girl” . “but you’ve lived for years and years and years, you must have so many? Charming! put like that I embraced my inner crone and found a story from the dark ages than entertained us all for a few minutes.
That particular story involved a now infamous trip to Scotland which involved sleeping in the car, dining on cup-a-soups and more laughter and good craic (translates as fun!!) than you could fit into any holiday.
It reminded me that memories of childhood or for that matter pf adulthood (for both my kids and for me) are all about how we see them in retrospect. Some of our best family stories are of the disasters that happened along the way.
Like when our puppy Maggie (recovering from a stroke) fell down a ravene and Rob had to rescue her from the river and then go rescue me from getting struck rescuing the dog, while the kids stood holering on the bank
or the time we smuggled Bethan into the US covered in spots that had developed half way over the Atlantic ocean
or the time we striped our lilly white Irish kids down to their knickers to play with the local blacks kids in a water play pad in Boston because they were about to faint with heat exhaustion.
These belive it or not are some of our greatest memories. And they get better with every telling.
We’re off for two weeks to the west of Ireland to make some new ones. I’m bring my paints but will only paint if the fancy takes me and family time allows. I’m a little ahead on my daily paintings so I’ll schedule ahead but I’ll pop in from time to time, so keep the comments and emails coming!
so until then Slan!
My sister in-law hosted a great party at the weekend for Rob’s Mum and Dad’s 50th Wedding Anniversary. This is a painting of the courtyard of The Grange were she lives.
The Grange 8×10 inch oil on gesso bord