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This morning I went out to clear the fresh snow from our paths for the first, but judging by the sky not the last, time. I suspect that many others were doing the same but the imperatives driving this recurring, but gratefully infrequent, task is our need to ensure easy/safe access and transport of logs from the various stores to the firesides. In an odd sort of way though its one of those tasks I rather enjoy. Well, I suppose that just underlines the masochistic tendencies that many of us Period Property stewards must be victims of.
Last nights fall was fairly light and the job was completed in just a few minutes but nevertheless those 'mindless' moments brought some thoughts to mind that provoked both joy and sadness. The smiles came from thinking about my new grand-daughter and her likely responses to that first crunch of fresh snow underfoot, her first ride on a sled, and even the tears from her first face-plant. All echoed and amplified by memories of her mothers early adventures and delights and tears in the cold stuff.
As I was wrapping up and beginning to put away the tools my thoughts turned to my mate and neighbour Gordon who passed earlier this year. In years before and after clearing my own paths I would go over to do the same for him to make sure that he could get to his own fuel stores without breaking a hip and incidentally check that he was warm and in good health. Truth be told he was a bit of a rascal and even without such an excuse he would break out a warming whiskey, or two, or three as a thank-you. Not that such was needed, over the years he had done me many similar small favours that more than balanced any books. During these and other encounters he would also welcome these excuses to reminisce about his days in the RAF during the Berlin air-lift or his time as a shop-fitter in Southampton and his family long history in small corner. I miss him but I am grateful for the smiles and chuckles he inspired.
Last nights fall was fairly light and the job was completed in just a few minutes but nevertheless those 'mindless' moments brought some thoughts to mind that provoked both joy and sadness. The smiles came from thinking about my new grand-daughter and her likely responses to that first crunch of fresh snow underfoot, her first ride on a sled, and even the tears from her first face-plant. All echoed and amplified by memories of her mothers early adventures and delights and tears in the cold stuff.
As I was wrapping up and beginning to put away the tools my thoughts turned to my mate and neighbour Gordon who passed earlier this year. In years before and after clearing my own paths I would go over to do the same for him to make sure that he could get to his own fuel stores without breaking a hip and incidentally check that he was warm and in good health. Truth be told he was a bit of a rascal and even without such an excuse he would break out a warming whiskey, or two, or three as a thank-you. Not that such was needed, over the years he had done me many similar small favours that more than balanced any books. During these and other encounters he would also welcome these excuses to reminisce about his days in the RAF during the Berlin air-lift or his time as a shop-fitter in Southampton and his family long history in small corner. I miss him but I am grateful for the smiles and chuckles he inspired.