Mindful of Images

As I lay in the long grass the clouds drift carelessly over my head, changing the shade of the landscape and my mind drifts with them to times gone by and images I have stored in my hard-drive. I wonder why my mind stores some images and not others? Memories are different – I remember the events leading up to dad shooting my dog Judy, but only have an image of my mam playing with me in the aftermath. Maybe because it’s Christmas another image came to light today. When I was four years old my mam had a brain hemorrhage and was still in hospital on Christmas Day. In 1961 kids weren’t allowed in neurological wards, so my dad, in true Baldrick fashion, hatched a ‘cunning plan.’ Opening a window from inside someone plonked me on the window ledge from outside and I sang ‘Away in a Manger’ to the ward. It’s not my memory, I have been told about it, but its my image of all the poorly women looking up at me as I serenaded them. It was the same Christmas I became an Astronaut, hmmm,  what would a therapist make of that I wonder 😉

 

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About charliecountryboy

Carpenter and Carpentry Lecturer. Writer, 5k and 10k runner, musician. Curious about life and all those wonderful people in it.
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39 Responses to Mindful of Images

  1. dray0308 says:

    Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often.

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  2. Ana Daksina says:

    I’m assuming the astronaut gear was necessary for sailing back down out of that window! Good practice for the wilder days of your youth? 😄

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  3. Invisibly Me says:

    I’m so sorry your mum had to spend Christmas in hospital, but that cunning plan was surely the highlight for her to be personally serenaded by her little boy! Memories are funny old things, and utterly fascinating. Did the astronaut career never quite ‘take off’..?
    x

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  4. What a fabulous memory. Charlie. Now look here, friend, you are a musician, so am I. I hate singing in public, but have done plenty of busking and sang to my friends. But I will if you will so will I: here is a private song: https://wheatypetes.world/2018/12/01/song-i-wrote-for-my-wife/ So please, just for your friends here take up your instrument and sing us that carol song here for xmas and for your ma. Brroken voice is fine, but I am sure the ladies in that ward absolutely loved it, because it was from the heart. And additionally. if my Dad were like Balders then I would be very very proud. If all you ask for for Christmas is a turnip then you’re ok with me!

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  5. Carolyn Page says:

    Cute images, Charlie.. So good your mum lived another 20 years – not long enough, but, could have been much worse!
    People can be so mean (poison). That must have been a difficult thing for your father to have to do. And how about that – you haven’t owned a dog since. Now, that is sad.
    “Memories light the corners of my mind
    Misty water-colored memories of the way we were….”

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  6. The Hinoeuma says:

    I’m so sorry for your dog & your mom. Thank you for sharing.

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  7. Lara/Trace says:

    What a story! Good job!

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  8. Brought back memories of my Mum going into hospital when I was 8. Worst bit was Dad’s disasterous cooking while she was away. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger coud have been written to describe his cooking!

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  9. Visionary says:

    I love the imagery. When I read your writing it’s as if I’m right there on the scene! #Awesome

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  10. UMANG says:

    I really like the way you kind of told many stories in this short-ish post, giving us certain images like of your dog, mum and dad’s genius idea and finally the astronaut and still hold it together with just 3 word title. Almost like flowers in a string.
    Do I make sense even? 😅. In short, beautiful 😊

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