the bridesmaid ran over and plonked her head-dress on my head and then ran off again. Ten minutes later she was back and danced to the Irish Jig I was playing and snatched the head-dress from my head and gave it to the Groom. I have nearly finished my dress for my son’s wedding in August. It started months ago when I spotted some pink/gold dupion silk on Keighley Market. We rummaged deep and found some matching organza. I had twenty quid in my pocket and spent the lot on some of each. Week’s later whilst sat in a hospital waiting room I spotted a biro on the window ledge, grabbed a leaflet advertising ‘PALS’ from a display stand nearby and started sketching and designing the dress. When I came home I had to check how much material I actually had to work with but with a few adjustments I started to cut it out. My son and his fiancé had printed RSVP cards with suggestions to tick along the lines of:- ”YES, I AM COMING WITH BELLS ON”, ”YES, I AM COMING BUT NOT SURE ABOUT THE BELLS”, ”YES, I AM COMING BUT HATE BELLS” etc. My son has since told me that no-one quite understood any of that. Luckily I have been asked to play the harp in Church, in Ireland so of course they are going to get BELLS – and needless to say none of the guests will be left in any doubt – I have also made myself new matching sets of bells, one for each ankle …
were cart horses when I was a child in our village. I’m not that old but when all the other farms had tractors the Tinkler sisters kept theirs just as it had always been. They must have been in their eighties with buns, longish dresses and they wore pinnies most of the time. It was one of the biggest farms in the district and I loved watching those horses work. Their farm hand was called Tommy and he kept frogs in the bath of his farm cottage, bought 7 lots of fish and chips every week for his suppers and only washed his feet after hay timing to get rid of all the seeds which irritated him. He always chatted to us kids when a big group of us walked back and forth to school. There was an old lady who lived opposite him who was very old and stooped, she actually still wore a long dress and black shawl and picked dandelions every single day to eat. She never spoke to us but half smiled, it was very difficult for her to move her head as it was permanently facing down. They are cutting the grass here in this valley tonight as I write – two and three massive tractors side by side – so different – the Tinkler sisters would be upset I suspect. I played the harp at Ribchester last night and have only just realised I never even advertised it! It sold out almost immediately. I prepared the harp ‘Chorus’ polishing her till she shone and then she broke a string so last minute I loaded ‘Mystical’ into the car and did a quick dust with the inside of my dress before I started to play.
To my Wife
Your smile is radiant your heart is as warm as the sun
You fill me with joy and make me feel number 1
Your energy , your tenderness , your ingenious and your warm caress.
Your youthfulness, playfulness , to me you are simply the best.
The talent you possess the way you work things out with your cleverness .
To me you are my everything whatever life may bring
Scarlets ribbons emblazoned against a bright blue sky.
I think back to the time that we first met
And I smile as we shook hands how could I forget?
You took me home and loved me and you fed me too
You put me back together without using glue.
You filled my heart with love so earnest
And that spark of love became a raging furnace.
Before I met you I was broken unfixable and so I thought
But with your patience , a great love you taught
A love so special that I am so grateful for
I love each day more and more
I do not feel worthy of the love you give
You are so special and it is for you that I live.
We have been married 8 years now
Gosh the time has passed “Holy Cow”
As I take your hand in mine again today
I will think back to our wedding day
Where a garland of flowers filled you hair
And it was our special day and we did not have a care
I love you my mad harpist , joiner , farmer , friend
My love for you I could not pretend .
I love you freely , and you make me the happiest man ever
To me you are my everything whatever life might bring
Scarlet ribbons emblazoned on a bright blue sky.