Whilst going through some of the stuff in the loft (there are still four boxes to go) I found a letter, more a diary entry, that Tall's mother wrote on his thirty-ninth birthday, I thought I would share it today.
It's Michael's birthday today. Fancy, it's thirty-nine years since that memorable day when he was born here at Thorncliffe Road. Dennis made the midwife a few cakes to take his mind off what was happening upstairs and oh, joy of joys we had a beautiful looking baby boy.
The weather was very, very cold, icicles hanging down the outside of the windows and I felt sorry for John and Teresa going to school in such weather!
We had a little dog and he got out during that week and ran across what was then a field across the road, with my mother chasing him. Poor mother, she had been struggling with the washing. We didn't have a washing machine then, I had to do all the washing in a Dean Boiler. I remember the doctor saying "why don't you get a machine?" I thought at the time he was silly, but I don't now. My machine is the best thing I possess.
It's a beautiful day today, the sun is shining and the snowdrops in the garden look lovely. I do hope Mike is having a happy day and that everything is looking better.
Remember how the darkness is followed by the light.
How warm and sunny days come after each long night.
How springtime follows winter
And the rainbow cloaks the rain
In the same way life's sad moments
Soon turn to joy again.
How fitting the little poem is at the end and she was right, he was beautiful.
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