As the celebrations for Her Majestys 90th birthday get under way, I thought I would share with you how it has grabbed the interest of my 6yr old son. ( Norah’s 6th Great Grandson.)
A few weeks ago, on a bright but cold weekend, he decided; quite out of the blue; to write to the Queen. Admittedly, wwe had been talking about her and he looked at photos of her and became quite fascinated of this ‘beautiful lady with the kind smile’ staring back at him.
He is finding out about the world bit by bit, and at his own pace. He asks questions and thinks about the answers given so he can put them into his own perspective. There is so much for him to discover and as a Mom, it is wonderful to this happen.
So, back to THE LETTER. He wished her a happy birthday in advance, he told her about his love of trains and as a little extra, how he should really be doing his homelearning but instead decided to write to her.
None of the advised ettiquette was followed in how to write a letter to the Queen and it was simply addressed The Queen, Buckingham Palace, London!
Today, one day after her 90th birthday, the postman knocks the door and chirpily says ,”we must know people in very high places!”
Here it was…a reply! Not just a letter but a celebratory card of her 90th. Along with the date it was written and sent..the 21st! her actual birthday. How special is that!
He is chuffed to bits. After a week of being poorly this very special letter has lifted his spirits.
Thank you Ma’am for quite an amazing day. ( He hopes you manage to get some rest between all the celebrations.)
I have been given instruction already by my young son, to make sure I don’t get out of bed on Sunday morning…he is going to make breakfast. Which is a beautiful thing for him to do and being only six, I suspect it just may be a jam sandwich and told to make my own cup of tea because it is hot things!
It is all from love within his heart, and as a mom, my greatest treasure.
This time of year I tend to share an image of one of Norahs brooches, which will be kept. It cabouchon, which simply says ‘Mother.’
The sentiment behind this , is to remember Norahs own Mom. Sadly, her Mother died when Norah was only six years old. Yet in writings that were found among Norahs treasures , were the clear memories she had of that particular time. Recollections of the funeral and people she saw along the way. You can read a little bit more about it here.
So, from one Mother to another, enjoy your day, treasure each moment and relax if you can…unless you are still working through the laundry for the weekend!
A new page for you here at Vintage Norah…TREASURIES…oh yes…another!!!!
It is a collection of treasuries on Etsy which Vintage Norah has put together over the last year. A bit hit and miss but, I do enjoy a little escape from time to time, and for me, I do find I get carried away and quite absorbed.
So, after a brief visit back to my hometown in the Midlands this past week, I found myself hearing something I haven’t heard since my childhood. The Rag and Bone Man.
As a child , each week , there would be the distant sound of what I can only imagine to be a ‘battered trumpet’ . This would be the ‘call to action’. You would know he was on his way and with each dented ‘blast’ you knew he was getting closer. If there was anything you wanted to leave out for him, you would be doing a quick round up to get it ready outside your house or one of the family would have to keep a look out for him.
Sad to say I don’t think I ever saw him, I only heard him. And I still haven’t seen him!!!!! One thing I do know is the sound of the trumpet still sounds battered but is played on a ‘loop’.
(have just come across this clip with the sound of the trumpet….now you know what I mean by sounding battered!!!!)
My understanding of the Rag and Bone Man was that he would come round to take away any unwanted/old/broken household goods. I assume he would then be able to sell what he could for scrap. Recycling?!!! Of course the other term which comes to mind is ‘one mans rubbish is another mans treasure.’ (I do like that term very much!) Heres an old ‘information film’ for you about the rag and bone man in the fifties….
Of course in TV terms it is easy to automatically think of the great sitcom ‘Steptoe & Son’, a show which would make Norah chuckle as it reminded her of growing up and her Father and brother bickering in the same way as the characters portrayed.Her family also had a horse & cart and I think the horses name was ‘white socks’.
There you go, a little trip down memory lane. Are there any ‘sounds from your childhood’ which you haven’t heard for while? xxx