Auntie Glad’s daughter emailed me today wanting Village Elder Islwyn’s address. She wanted to thank him for the work he had organised for some of her family graves which had been recently damaged during the recent storms “ What a hero he is to me. He's 75 and still physically working. His knowledge of who's who there was quite entertaining!” She wrote with clear affection. It’s nice that Islwyn is being celebrated…………
Jackson’s Shop and Nursery lies a stone’s throw east of the village. Every year they deliver a small plant to every house in the Trelawnyd which is a lovely gesture and mine turned up today
How sweet…….
Animal Helper Pat had a stroke last week. She told me this troublesome news herself, only this afternoon , after delivering a still warm home baked bara brith loaf wrapped in silver paper with an accompanying Christmas card. Apparantly she had been hospitalised for four days and was somewhat upset in missing the village show,
“Where are you off to now ?” I asked her
“ I’m off the deliver Christmas Cards “ she said brightly
“In between nursing jobs, I labelled some tins of gin and tonic for the day staff and wrapped a few gifts of my own.it was then I remembered Mrs Trellis.
On the way to work I spied her on London road her head down against the cold dark wind. Her bobble hat sticking out defiantly ahead of her
She was heading for the cottage
I stopped the car and she dropped a gift, through the window and onto the passenger seat with all of the aseptic technique remembered by the retired midwife .
The gift was wrapped a green felt and was tied with garden twine fashioned into a bow
“ You always giggled at Christine Davis bringing in the baby Jesus” she said in way of explanation
And as I drove away I remembered all too clearly being in fits of giggles when Rector Robert commanded rather theatrically for Christine the Church Warden to “ Bring In The Baby Jesus !”
The small figure , being transported in an upturned palm towards the nativity scene laid out before the pulpit.
The Christmas Eve carol service with nativity was an old tradition I always went to in Trelawnyd.
Last night the Church looked old and cold and lonely.
As did Mrs Trellis
and I wished I would have thanked her more when I finally got around to opening her gift from my place behind the nurses station .
For wrapped in tissue paper inside the green felt was a rather naive but charming Baby Jesus alongside a plump and cheerful Virgin Mary, splendid in blue.”
It’s not been all Trelawnyd Productions this week.
I’ve managed to fit in Chic Eleanor for brunch and another friend for breakfast at Bryn William’s.
Today after a couple of hours sleep another friend and I are off the the Lowery in Manchester to see the camp as Christmas Unfortunate Ursula- The Untold story of Ursula the sea witch
Well,I’ve said it this morning and I will say it again, that Linda sets the tone when it comes to teamwork. She is the voice of optimism and of sanity and of order, and this morning she rang me to express just how happy she was that the show was a success. Linda is an old hand at smoothing the waters when it comes to teams, but in this case , last night she acknowledged that there were no egos in the production, no personal dramas, just “people getting on with the jobs they needed to do.
“ That is down to you, you set the tone” I told her and I meant it.
A lot of people worked together well last night, and it may sound corny, but even the slightly cynical Jason was caught up in the bon Vivre of the night, likening it a film script. Director Kira was beaming
And the two readings one by Filapina Nina ( a tribute to her love for wife Chelsea ) and the other by Linda ( A Child’s Christmas in Wales) were incredibly moving.
The hall was packed, its numbers swelled by the acts and the Gwaenysgor Community Choir, who jumped into the show, filling a major gap in the second half. They closed the show with a bang
My job, was taking tickets and manning the main entrance, which proved to be rather busy given the number of vapers, a drunk from outside who wanted a free admittance and a rather assertive woman who had been blocked in the car park by an audience member. I managed to watch most of the acts but as Imogen finished her Anastasia piece, a messenger note flitted over my iPad screen.
It was from my cousin Mathew ( my mother’s brother’s son) who said that he was in Rotherham Hospice with his mother Dena, my aunt, and that she had just opened the Christmas Card I had sent her.
I am the only one of the my family to keep in touch with her and although I hadn’t seen her for a decade, this news literally took the wind out of my sails,
So I sat quietly, for a bit in the quiet , cold foyer of the Memorial Hall,
And folded my hands into my lap,
And thought of my aunt
As the applause grew and the acts sang their best….
We opened the doors at 6.30 pm and the hall was packed to capacity by 6.50. It was a grand night , which I shall share properly tomorrow.
Velvet Voiced Linda almost stole the show with her spirited A child’s Christmas In Wales by Dylan Thomas and I loved Nina’s “ A Filipina In Trelawnyd “ which had the same vibe
But it was the music won the night, The Folk group Cecryn my dear Gwaenysgor Choir, Chelsea Cameron , ten year old Imogen .all were amazing, and I watched it all from my fire exit duty position as the team produced a night of fun and community .
Much love to the eclectic committee….we made 1000£ in 2 hours
The Hall is prepared , the Trelawnyd Productions committee are shit hot when preparation is concerned. The lighting is up and running thanks to Velvet Voiced Linda’s son in law and Village Leader Ian . Pa Manley is on the lights . Affable Despot Jason and Will are manning the stage with Dave and director Kira.
We have a compare, sorted. All the acts have been sound checked, and powerhouse brummie local counsellor Gina is on raffle sales with Sandra C. The ice creams have been delivered. The health and safety stewards nominated, I’m on the door and local actor and singer Philip Hughes is playing the piano before we start .
Filipina Nina, who is new to the village and who is reading her own little reading A Filipina in Trelawnyd hugged us in excitement “ I feel welcomed” she said sweetly
And ten year old Imogen is singing this lovely song in the second half
And just like a blood family , I don’t always see some of them that often ,
But our lives are intertwined by a commonality of history, and sociability and events and community ..
And I love that
Monday many of the villagers went to the Trelawnyd Community Association’s quiz held in the pub .
I met up with Affable Despot Jason , his wife Clare and daughter Liv
Liv was the wisecracking 8 year old I used to babysit who used to back comb William into a Tina Turner lookalike and who would make zombie cookies with me before smashing windfall apples with me for the pigs to eat in her new school shoes.
I haven’t seen her for an age,
Now she’s talking about university planning
At the quiz I told her that last year I bought a Lego Statue of Liberty and shared that I hadn’t made time to construct it
