
We reminisced and talked about the years that mum worked for the family planning services in Ladbroke Grove. She loved every moment she was there and she was loved by her colleagues and the patients. This led on to talking about the Mangrove trial at the Old Bailey in 1970 which exposed police harassment of, and lying against, the West Indian community of Notting Hill. Mum said, “The police used to just go into their houses – it was terrible”. She remembers it all. We talked about mum’s very “full bank of happy memories” and a life “well lived” . She mentioned a charity boxing match she and dad attended at a Park Lane hotel in the sixties. “Tom Jones was the singing act and we didn’t think he would be much good. Well he was fantastic and all of our friends thought the same.” I asked how many times they saw Sinatra – they saw him perform twice. They saw Sammy Davis Junior at The Talk of the Town, Danny Kaye at the London Palladium and they also saw Judy Garland twice. “I’m really jealous that you saw Garland,” I told mum – and we laughed. “There wasn’t much we didn’t see or do,” she said, enjoying the memories of theatre, cinema premieres, concerts, parties, golf and bridge playing and much, much more. “Oh mum I wish you could have written it all down”. For now we will have to make do with our Tuesday chats through the closed window and blowing each other virtual kisses.
The good thing is, it is all written down in your blog. Wonderful memories for her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.
Do so agree with Marian, and how wonderful to truly feel that. What an amazing mother you have, to be able to count ones blessings at this time , having lived a wonderful life. You are both blessed!