Thursday, 17 October 2013
Lucky me - Reflections
here so I won't do it again now.
I am currently reading Martin Sixsmith's book The lost child of Philomena Lee and as it is about a mother's love for her child it seems appropriate reading material for today.
I am finding it really hard to believe that what happens to Philomena, a young pregnant teenager who is sent to a convent to be looked after as a "fallen woman" who is kept a virtual prisoner working at the convent and whose child at the age of 3 was whisked away to be "sold" to America for adoption, happened not hundreds of years ago but in the 1950s when I would have been about 8 years old myself. Reading the book reminds me how lucky I am that my mother wasn't an Irish Catholic or who knows where I might have ended up (although it's true my mother was not a teenager but in her late 20s when she became pregnant). Life for my mother was hard but at least she knew her baby was safe!!
Lucky, lucky me then that I was born to a Methodist Englishwoman whose family were supportive and helped her every way they could. I couldn't have had a better mother and as far as I could tell she was never a grave sinner with moral problems but simply a young woman who loved too well and paid the price. Nor have I have ever been a rebel nor suffered from complexes or failure or at least no more than anyone else! It is a sad thought provoking book though and if Judi Dench is in the film I am sure that too will be worth seeing when it is released.
I have noticed today that there seem to be dozens of ladybirds about on the window sills, in the conservatory and everywhere. I dare say they are looking for somewhere to hibernate but in France ladybirds are thought of as lucky - so as I said LUCKY ME!
Photos taken at Forde Abbey some while ago