I bought myself a sweater yesterday. Highly fashionable I thought but was lime Green in colour and a chunky Knit with matching green buttons. When I tried it on at home, My husband told me that 'Did I realise, that If my mother had knitted that for me 20 years ago, I would have hid It In the back of the wardrobe the same as the bright Pink cable knit she knitted for me 20 years ago'? The bright pink thing was presented to me one Christmas and I had to go through that thing where you have to pretend to be absolutely delighted with It, don the Item Immediately but secretly preying that none of your mates call round and see you. It was hid In the back of my wardrobe and only brought out when she was due to visit. Once the visit was over, it would be laundered and go straight back Into hiding.
Every year my mother would make me Chutney, and jars of pickled veg. After 20 years of jars of chutney going rotton In my cupboards, I had to confess to her that I hated the stuff.
All of my adult life, she bought me Cadbury's Cream eggs every Easter. I had a pact with one of my brothers who loves them to never let on to her so he always got double each year.
Some years before he died, my father painted me an oil painting. This stayed behind the wardrobe until he was due for a visit and then It was dusted and hung on the wall. He had barely left the front door upon leaving when I'd whip It down and put It back behind the wardrobe quick.
So.... Yesterday I bought myself a chunky knit Lime green sweater, some Chutney, Some Pickled Cabbage, a pack of Cadbury's Cream Eggs and I'm just thinking of how good Father's painting would look hung In the hall.



At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them. R.L. Binyon