4.12.14

Red


A little note to the typewriter, typed by my Mum in about 1989. She had brought herself a typewriter and was just trying it out, as you do! I was on my way back from Tenerife. I kept the note.

Red was her colour. She was the one who brought me my little red suitcase, also my red boots, my red coat, my red trousers.....I wore a lot of red. Which is funny really because deep down I'm probably a bluey green person more so, but red made her happy and now life wouldn't feel right without a burst of red here and there. When I think of the colour red I think of my Mum.

8 comments:

  1. I love this sweet story....

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  2. There is nothing nicer than reflecting on times gone by.

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  3. I'm liking the sound of your Mum. Lovely memories Heather :)

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  4. How sweet!!!!!!!! Whats not to like??!!!!!! Its the color of love!!!!!!!!! Have a super weekend!!!!!!!!!
    Love
    AMarie
    xxx

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  5. Lovely to see you posting again Heather x

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  6. Your mum sounds like a really interesting lady. Thanks for sharing.

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  7. I love the last 4 lines typed by your mum!!!!! ;oD
    red is my favourite colour, too!!!!!
    ….such a beautiful dear memory….
    xxxxxx Ale

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