Hard to believe, but today is not only Vincent Price’s 105th birthday and Christopher Lee’s 94th birthday—it’s ten years since Alex Toth passed away. (Peter Cushing’s 103rd was yesterday.)
Most importantly, to me, today is ten years since my mother died. (Yes, she and Alex died on the same day.)
Mom on her 21st birthday, August 13th 1964.
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I’m backdating this post. I was preoccupied on the day and later went out with Steve to see a movie and have a quick drink.
But I had to mark the fact that August 13th 2013 would’ve been mom’s 70th birthday. Here’s she aged 21 in 1964…
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That’s mom, some years before I even existed, in the early to mid-’60s. The older woman is her mother, my nan, who died in 1989. It’s one of four little photobooth snaps mom carried around in her purse right to the end. I found them last night and shed tears.
I want to remember her a little bit. Paul called me this afternoon and we were on for over two hours. A bit of a life-saver, that. He was interested to see some of the older photos as he met her a couple of times and spoke to her on the phone occasionally.
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About the house move situation (see August 18th)… the house wasn’t in very good shape, really, and a lot of things have needed to be done. We still need to get a door fitted to the back of the garage—we bought the door, now we need someone to put it on! Dad did all that stuff, and to be honest, my limit is painting walls. The old door was/is falling to bits, literally. Otherwise, I think the place is just about presentable, although I have some tidying to do on my tip of a bedroom.
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Yesterday was beyond dull, and I could not even invent anything remotely interesting to say about it. Which of course beggars the question, why am I even mentioning it?
Today has been a bit more interesting in a typically dull to anyone but myself kind of way. The guy from Telewest came to install my phone line in the flat this morning—I was given the times 8:00am-12:00pm, but quite contrary to any expected last-minute arrival, he turned up at 10:30, and was done in five minutes. All seems to be working fine, so that’s another thing sorted out.
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