Happy birthday Pa!
One hundred years ago. today.
a brick-layer by trade.
a hard worker
my direct connection to Cornwall.
He taught me about books and how you could travel the world from an armchair. He gave me my love of chooks. he loved his poached eggs each morning and cherished his cup of tea.. he loved opera
But best of all, he gave me my love for old things… from when I was a little girl he would take me to auction houses and sit me atop of boxes of sundries while he frantically bid for items he wanted… until I reached an age that I could bid for myself…
I was the apple of his eye and I miss him dearly… he wanted me to be a singer.. opera no less.. but life had other plans. I have so many things I want to talk to him about… do you think that he is still around me... even though he has been gone for over 20yrs? yesterday, I asked for a sign, that he was still around me ~ this morning on a whim.. I visited a blog and found a post that i had missed previously and there was my sign.. a cup of tea..