"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
gladys
Now you have heard me mention the 90 year old power house that is known locally to all as "auntie Gladys". Well during a particularly stormy dog walk I was ushered over to her front door to collect a surreptitious parcel of scones which she baked herself this morning.
I just so happened to have the trusty camera in my pocket, so snapped a quick video of her before the weather drove her back inside.
I had to laugh at myself, as I can almost hear me talking in a bloody strange Welsh accent!
A little piece of social history me thinks
The storm, at least woke me up somewhat after an hours sleep
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I love hearing folks talk from far away places! Gladys is lovely!
ReplyDeleteGladys seems delightful and the kind of lady I would love to have as a neighbor! In fact, years ago in Wisconsin, we did--Mrs. Sawitzki would bring me over a single cupcake or something else she'd baked and say it ' was just a taste.'
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely lady! You are so fortunate to be able to share scones and lively conversation with her. :)
ReplyDeleteI love Gladys,,what a lovely lady.. I love hearing you and Gladys talking. When we were at the World's Ploughing Matches in Ireland and we were riding on a bus to go to one of castles there we stopped at 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. to have tea and scones.. I loved the tea and the scones. I meant to say in one of your earlier video's that I love to see your countryside.. It's so beautiful with the stone fences or the trees/bushes dividing the fields. Have a tiggeriffic day~! ta ta for now from Iowa USA...
ReplyDeleteGladys looks and sounds like the sweetheart that you say she is! Nice to meet her!
ReplyDeleteAh John she's a sweat heart. Love her accent. She reminds me of my Nana from Newcastle Upon Tyne...everyone loved her too. Thanks for sharing your lovely neighbour with us...you brought back some very happy memories for me. Have a wonderful weekend and enjoy your scones (if you have any left)!
ReplyDeleteMaura :)
Oh my, she wears all that she has learned and experienced on that lovely face, doesn't she? You need to sit down and have some long talks with her, John. She'll have so much local history stored inside of her, and someone should record it before it's gone.
ReplyDeleteShe's 90! Outstanding...hope I look half as good at that ripe age.
ReplyDeleteNice neighbours John...they mean the world.
Yakky Da indeed! I used to work with a welsh bloke, and when I had a lengthy conversation with him, I used to adopt a strange Welsh/Pakistani accent???!!! xxxx
ReplyDeleteJust caught up with your past few posts.
ReplyDeleteHad to giggle at the major lifestyle change you and Chris went through.
Things happen for reasons in our lives. You had to live 'city' till you were ready for 'country'. And country suits you to a tee!
Gladys is wonderful! Her smile will make even the grumpiest of people smile.
I agree with what Louise said.
Hugs.
I so agree with your post about dogs changing your life john. And should I survive to be 90 I hope I'm half as good as your lovely friend!
ReplyDeleteBorre dah to you - obviously I can't spell it. Well, I can spell "IT" obviously !
ReplyDeleteWhen I grow up, I want to be just like Gladys!
ReplyDeleteEnchantingly lovely. What a perfect way to start a day!
ReplyDeleteThankyou for introducing Gladys to us John...wish her the very best from me all the way over here in Canada.
ReplyDeleteShe's just lovely!
Oh, and don't worry about the accents... I used to work on the reservations line for a major airline, and so spoke with people from around the world. It used to drive my supervisor nuts because I would, quite unknowingly, speak in the same accent as the person with whom I was conversing. I never knew until she played back a few phone calls. I never was able to completely break myself of it....
ReplyDeletei would love to have a neighbor like gladys! i think i will go make some hot tea and pretend i have some scones...lol
ReplyDeleteKnowing you have an accent and hearing it are two completely different things. Love this! Perhaps a little longer next time, eh? ; )
ReplyDeleteLOVE the header photo!
Be well ~Andrea~
what a sweetheart...she needs more videos taken of her...not to mention encouragement for more scones....!
ReplyDeleteNice to meet Aunty Gladys. Funny, that is what my sibs call Dad....Gladys!!! He is full of stories/tales, and lots of gossip too. That's how we keep up with news of family.
ReplyDeleteMaybe an introduction could be arranged? lol
Gladys is a little treasure - bless her heart!
ReplyDeleteWhat a delight !
ReplyDeleteYou share such a special relationship with your neighbors, mostly ladies I might add, that shower you with their gifts of homebaked goods ;)
Methinks you are the village heart throb !
How wonderful to be happy and healthy at 90.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely little conversation.
ReplyDeleteI want scones. Where the fuck are my scones? And I want your neighbor too...
Hello John
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments on my blog and for following; I hope you enjoy the bike shed - I try to write about things that interest me, but also of wider relevance.
I know Trelawnyd, or at least I think I do; I first got it together my wife at the Kinmell Manor hotel - not sure I should admit to that!
I shall look round your blog now.