
Lower left – my mother, Barbara; lower right – Doreen, whose husband has just died, and top – Mavis, the eternally youthful dancer)
The funeral of a much-loved ‘uncle’ from my childhood meant I had to take my 92 year old mother from the care home in Morecambe down to the old home-town of Bolton… in 30 degree heat. Mum has multiple heath conditions and the logistics are always a nightmare.
In addition, she has recently had a fall on the promenade and broken her wrist – you can see the cast in the photo.
The joy of the day was seeing these three ladies reunited – despite the sad occasion – for the first time in several years.
There used to be four of them. Louise died last year, but the remaining three – who coined the name ‘Golden Girls’ – have stubbornly refused to give up the ghost, despite all being challenged, health-wise.
All bar the elegant lady, top-left, who has just exhausted her last dancing partner and is looking for a replacement…
I can forward names…
Despite the sad occasion and the searing heat, the Golden Girls had a wonderful day, and send their love to anyone here who knows them.
©Stephen Tanham 2022
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
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Steve, the loving grace shines out from these three wonderful souls. ❤
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Thank you, Jane. That’s lovely! ❤️
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A beautiful photos and well done you for ferrying your mum in these high temperatures. 💜
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Thanks, Willow ❤️
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Lovely photo Steve. Happy memories for them too no doubt.
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Delightful, Steve. What a lovely photograph.
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Thank you, Michael. They are very close – the childhood ‘aunties’.
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