Frank’s photo this week reminds me of Charles Dickens “A Christmas Carol” and Alastair Sim (Oct 9 1900 to 19 August 1976) will always be Scrooge to me.
I had a small part in the school play a Christmas Carol in 1967. I was Mrs Fezziwigg and wore my bridesmaid’s dress from Bro’s first wedding in November 1965 as it still fitted!
The film is full of messages, and good wins through in the end. I love things like that.
Every year, I write out my cards and newsletter for friends and family I have no other contact with other than birthdays. It’s my way of saying we’re still out there and doing OK.
My greeting at the end after I’ve told them about our year is always the wish for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
But in years past, Merry for me meant a partner in a drunken stupor and Happy applied to other people.
No-one seems to say EXACTLY what they mean these days, and as we try to be so subtle in our writings, it’s no surprise if things get a little distorted.
I like straightforward honesty. No more fibs that everything is OK when it’s not. Who gains from that? Certainly not you.
Frank’s photo title Memento Mori apparently translates to Remember to Die.
We’ll all reach that time eventually, some will welcome it, some will fear it, and some will have no idea it’s happened.
So with that thought in mind, let’s turn it round and Remember to Live.
You’re a long time dead and life’s too short, so why not enjoy it while we’re here.