Golden Wedding
Golden Wedding
Thank you for your welcome and unexpected letter the other day. Thank you also for your congratulations and good wishes. We can make good use of the, even after 50 years we can still do with a bit of help. We have been and very lucky, we are still together and in fairly good health, good enough to enjoy life, at any rate.Frieda still manages to get in a bit of golf, if it isn't too hot or wet. Her long game isn't what it used to be, but she catches up on the short. I am the 'rickshaw coolie' if we go in the morning before it gets too hot. I don't perform when she goes out with the girls.
We had a wonderfully unexpected and happy weekend. With kids spread from Cairns to Adelaide, we thought the idea of a general party was too difficult to organise. So we were set for a quiet party with just the two principals. Then Colin rang, he had to come down to Brisbane on business on Monday, so would come down a bit early and have the weekend with us. He had a late flight and so was going to stay with Kerry's sister over night and would give me a ring when he was ready to be met at the bus terminal.
The morning wore away and we thought he had got talking, as he can do, and would turn up when he was ready. I was just cleaning up after lunch when he knocked at the door, rather to my surprise. I answered the knock and he had a funny look on his face. We moved out and there round the corner were the other three, all giggling. What a surprise. They had flown up during the morning and all met at the airport, hired a car and there they were. It was great to be just the family again and to find that they all still fitted in. Old jokes were brought out and laughed at again, they wouldn't have meant anything to the in-laws. They had booked a table for six that night. We took them to a cheaper but still happy lunch at the Power Boat Club then next day. The three from the south had to catch planes that evening. I put Col on the bus the next morning. It was a memorable and very happy occasion. Even the cold wind wasn't enought to spoil it. I don't think we can quite believe it yet. Your surprise letter started a series of shocks.
To return to more ordinary things. A retired Guide Dog would be a very good companion for you. He wouldn't want to be too energetic. A friend of my sister's had a Guide Dog. While he was in Hospital for a time his brother exercised it. The only trouble was the brother was dragged off his feet. No danger of that in your case, more a case of 'the blind leading the blind'. At least he won't argue or answer back, just snore or look bored. We had a visit from Inga Sisson a couple of weeks ago, she filled us in pretty well on what was happening in Maryborough. Gerry sounds to be pretty crook and it doesn't look as if he is going to get any better. A bad situation for one who was so active and interested in things.
Your family are doing great things, but I wouldn't think it was much of a life for anyone flying all over the place and not spending much time at home with the family. I'm glad we grew up when we did.
Well, Lindsay, I have conquered my slothfulness and got round to answering under a week, almost.
Thank you again, and your best regards to you and yours.
