Memories
Stories from family, friends and neighbours. Read them here, and add your own below. The ones we receive will be read out at Lindens Hall.
“She lent me a library book when I was nine and asked what I thought of it when I was thirty. I still owe her the answer.”
“Every Thursday she won at cards and then said it was luck. Nobody ever minded, and nobody ever let her forget it.”
“Her greenhouse tomatoes were a quiet scandal in the village. She would not say how she grew them, and she never once shared a seed.”
“We sat on the bench by the greenhouse most afternoons in August. She talked about the library, and I talked about my exams, and neither of us listened properly. It was perfect.”
“She found me a job in the library the summer I had nothing else to do. Twenty years later I was still there, and she was still in charge.”
“Her sweet peas are still on the fence at Orchard Row. If you go past, please take a bucket. She would have insisted.”
Come on 23 October, if you can.
Service at The Larches at 11:00. Tea and cake at Lindens Hall from 1:00.