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Margaret was known by many names - Margot in her early years, Margaret later on, Mum for the middle part of her life, Granma for most of her latter life and then "Your Mother" towards the end. She started breeding early, and stopped breeding late. Ironically, she was very independent although she did not travel until late in her life and did not stop travelling until after it was too late. Her first trip overseas was on the Trans-Siberian railway when she was in her late 50s.... As I said, she was very independent. She was always very generous with her time for others, was always open to new people. She was often full of praise for others, but far too often did not praise her children, although I know from talking to her that she was very proud of all her kids and grandkids - she just found it difficult to tell them. A generational thing. That is sad. She leaves a large legacy - children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, friends, ideas, knowledge, philosophies of life. She changed people around her. Perhaps you did not know her directly but only indirectly because of this legacy, through her children or friends. I think you have benefited from this legacy that she left to us. She was not an easy person to get on with (did I say she was very independent :?) ). She was often caustic, sarcastic, vitriolic. But she was also very often thoughtful and caring as well. She was just human like the rest of us. You may find fault in her and criticise her if you expected a super-human, but you cannot criticise her for simply being human. Mums and Dads are just human. So we will celebrate her human life with a picnic, and you may come along if you like and if you can. If you cannot be there, just raise a glass, spare a thought, shout, throw bricks, whatever. But remember her, because people live on in our memories. |
| Picnic Celebration | |
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| Where: | Piney Lakes |
| When: | 9th January 2011, 15:00 |
| What to bring: | Just picnic things to eat! |
| What to do: | Celebrate her life! |
| Enquiries: | raytrace@smiliemail.org |
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Have you stood by the ocean on a diamond-hard morning And felt the horizon stir deep in your soul? Watched the wake of a steamer as it cut thru blue water And been gripped by a fever you just can't control? Ah to throw off the shackles and fly with the seagulls To where green waves tumble before a driving sea wind Or to lie on the decking on a warm summer evening Watch the red sun fall burning beneath the earth's rim But to every sailor comes time to drop anchor Haul in the sails and make the lines fast You deep water dreamer, your journey is over You're safe in the harbour at last You're safe in the harbour at last Some men are sailors, but most are just dreamers Held fast by the anchors they forge in their minds Who in their hearts know they'll never sail over deep water To search for a treasure they're afraid they won't find So in sheltered harbours they cling to their anchors Bank dow their boilers & shut down their steam And wait for the sailors to return with bright treasures That will fan the dull embers & fire up their dreams But to every sailor comes time to drop anchor Haul in the sails and make the lines fast You deep water dreamer, your journey is over You're safe in the harbor at last You're safe in the harbor at last And some men are schemers who laugh at the dreamers Take the gold from the sailors & turn it to dross They're men in a prison, they're men without vision Whose only horizon is profit and loss So when storm clouds come sailing across your blue ocean Hold fast to your dreaming for all that you're worth For as long as there's dreamers, there will always be sailors Bringing back their bright treasures from the corners of earth But to every sailor comes time to drop anchor Haul in the sails and make the lines fast You deep water dreamer, your journey is over You're safe in the harbor at last You're safe in the harbor at last. |