Jaqui's Daily Blog

The Storage Of Memories

You may - or may not, of course - be wondering how I am getting on with my new Scrapbooking Project which I told you about yesterday. The answer is - famously. Particularly if you measure progress by the sheer amount of mess I have created.


All around my work station (aka my armchair) are scraps of photos, dozens of backing strips from the double-sided sticky tape I have used a-plenty, discarded theatre programmes from which I have stolen illustrations to supplement the material I have been given by my family. Yes, I know, I should have sat up at the table instead of using a handily placed dining chair as a make-shift desk but once I’d started on the task in hand I couldn’t really strike camp and set up elsewhere. Then I would simply have had two lots of mess to clear up instead of one. 


At the time of writing, I have completed twenty-one pages which I think is truly impressive (though I say so myself as as shouldn’t, as my dear mum would have chided me). I need to design the title page “The Story of the Jolly Girls” but I have a good idea how I want it to look. I could have made a start on it but then I would probably have let the potatoes boil over and the meat over-cook which would have quite ruined Sunday Dinner. Better by far, I reasoned (and I am not always so sensible, as regular readers well know) to start afresh tomorrow.


My scrapbook of Jolly Girls Outings starts in 2009. The early pages rely mostly on cuttings from theatre programmes - but as each page draws nearer to the present there are more photographs to be fitted in plus entries from the Daily Blog over the last five years. Saves me trying to remember and what’s better than a first hand account written the following day of the Jolly Event? Counting the blank pages remaining, I calculate that, working on an average of three pages per outing, we will just about be able to record the historic day when the Twinkles, Tala and Lilia, become Jolly Girls in 13 years’ time. My scrapbook does, indeed, have the potential to become a Family Heirloom.


Today was a sad day; Pauline, the mother of our young Rector, died this morning. It wasn’t unexpected as she had been ill for a long time - but nothing prepares a family for the final moments of a much-loved wife, mother and grandmother. Father Mark was in Church today to conduct the morning service and how he managed to get through it without completely breaking down I cannot begin to imagine. It was so very, very brave and a tribute, I felt, to his dear mum.


They say, don’t they, that the death of a mother is the first loss in your life which you weep over without her? There’s a lot of truth in that and a lot of weeping to come for Pauline’s family. I hope they will, in time, find their own “scrapbook” of memories to wonder over, to laugh at, to cry happier tears.


I’m not necessarily talking about an album. Theatre programmes, tickets, photographs are undoubtedly best collected between the leaves of a scrapbook. 


For the storage of other precious memories, I recommend the heart…


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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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