The Soiree | A Breath of Fresh Air

The Soiree – A Breath of Fresh Air

 

This is my first Live blog in a while… for which I apologise.., however when I read The Soiree, I just had to share it..and  boy did A breath of Fresh Air resonate with me….

The Universe works in mysterious ways….

Let me take you back…

 

 

I have been blogging on and off for years…without realising what I am about to disclose…

You see my wonderful Aunt… was also a ‘blogger’, a writer….

but in a different time…

she wrote her stories..

on an old typewriter…

I have shared with you previously – one of her stories..

 

My Aunty wrote a couple of books of her stories… I picked up one yesterday and found this amazing story…

 

which  just had to share, I know she wouldn’t mind…

 

 

Isn’t it funny how the Universe works….

 

Not everyone approves of my writing… not everyone ‘gets me’…

 

However there right on my door step was a relative who also wrote about her life….

I know my Aunt wouldn’t mind me sharing one piece of her beautiful writing…

My Aunt – was an amazing woman…. and I only got to Really know her this last weekend I got to spend with her…

She was Always Positive….

Always uplifting..

always laughing ..

she saw the best in everyone…

 

She took life in her stride as this story demonstrates… The Soiree,  a Breathe of Fresh Air

 

The Soiree –  She Really was A Breath of Fresh Air

She Appreciated her life so much…

 

I remember some of her last words to me

 

‘Oh Helen, you are so funny, I do love you’…

 

I also shared with her, in the last weekend I spent with her, how different I had felt growing up…

her words to me  were ‘I KNEW IT, I KNEW It’…

I don’t have regrets, though I do wish my aunt and I had talked more, been closer….

She clearly was someone who ‘got me’ 🙂

 

My Aunt has her stories published in magazines..and in books

 

In another life she would have been a Published Author…

 

she probably is now…

She sadly passed away 3 years ago this November…

we think of you all the time Aunty Lorna…and I am just in awe of your writing…

 

The Soiree – and A Breath of Fresh Air

‘A what?’ I shrieked  – at the same time trying to shovel a spoonful of mashed banana into the reluctant

mouth of my fourteen month old son

 

‘What On earth is a ‘soiree’????

 

‘Well‘ he said carefully, fishing into his pocket for the invitation

 

‘its a kind of music thing, strawberries and drinks and’

 

 

inspiration struck…

 

…‘and its in the Museum of Cardiff and you can wander around and see anything you want…. sort of thing’

 

He looked at me warily, this young husband of mine, who has recently been awarded his membership of the prestigous instititute of Civil Engineers.. and was eager that I should be aware of the importance of the occasion.

‘Oh Yes love and I forgot to tell you All the big wigs will be there…
very important this for me….’

I knew we would have to go, that was obvious, what was worrying me was what on earth could I wear

Since moving into our newly built bungalow by the sea, money was short,

our mortgage was a headache and we were constantly struggling to keep out of the red each month…

But we had our longed for baby son,

lots of young friends and endless laughter, we didn’t mind the struggling…

The following afternoon it rained…so instead of our usual convoy of prams down the road to the beach,

we met at our house for cups and of tea and the inevitable welsh cakes…

I must have been quieter than usual (my aunty was never quiet !!), and not so bubbly,

so when Peggy asked me what was wrong, I told her Peggy’s husband was well on the way up his career,

her parents were wealthy and had two shops in a nearby town.

I had rubbled Peggys’ back when she had  her last baby boy at home, we were now soul mates.

I showed her the elegant gilt edged card and Mair, who was trying to stop my young son

from strangling hers craned her neck to see what the card said…

 

‘A Soyree!!!’ she yelled about the tumult

 

‘No Mair fach’  I said patiently – ‘not a soyree but a ‘Soiree’,

 

you have to say it like that, its French’, ‘you know and it means….. well  it means music and ‘um’ strawberries and things like that’

 

‘Oh French‘ she said flatly and looked thoughtful

‘What you going to wear, evening dress it says’ she giggled

‘cricket carriages at midnight horses it is coming home on a horse are you?

‘Shut up Mair’ said peggy in her best school teacher voice

here hold her for me till I get back’ and handing her baby to Mair, she disappeared though the back door..

Presently voices could be heard, Elizabeth next door had collected her little David from School and I could her Peggy telling her about the Soiree

Suddenly Peggy could be heard singing

 

‘i’ve got something for Yoooooou’…

 

and tipping a pile of bags onto the floor, out cascaded the ‘somethings’

Blacks and Creams, flashes of Cerise and blue, a kaleidscope of colours…

slinky jerseys and sparkly nets an Aladdins cave of goodies….

and the piece de resistance.. a creamy fur stole

We were speechless I spoke first…

‘Where on earth did you get ALL this?

 

‘Well ‘she snapped ‘I didn’t pinch them’ My mother bought them for me…

when i went off to University, most of them are from her shops’

 

‘Come on kids trip off and lets have a look’

 

Gypsy Rose Lee has never stripped faster, and soon I was swishing and swirling to one from from another….

They sat heads on one side, sleep babies clutched to their bosoms, all of them eyeing me and giving me their considered opinions…

The black‘, said Mair ‘too dead for you’..

Green is good’ said Peggy
….’and the cerise looks even better,

but when I poured myself into the slinky cream jersey with the slit at the back,

…they yelled in one voice

 

‘THAT IS IT’….

 

And so it was..

 

…Now what else sandals.. Yes I said I had suitable ones

 

‘Jewellery? ‘ asked Elizabeth next door, Yes my good  first birthday pearls
….’Pearls’ she snorted ‘thats definitely is too posh for pearls i’ll bring you my gold chain and earrings to match’

 

Little Mair not to be outdone, offered her evening and and although I had one,
I felt it would be kinder to let her think I needed hers .

And so it went on.

…..In the end only my bar and knickers were my own…
I still have some birthday money left which I below on a glamorous hair do on the big day
so that my black hair gleamed in a shiny upswept coiffure and I felt like a film star

when we swept in that evening.. Harry’s dinner suits and bobbin bought when the joined the firm, he was ready for the kill

 

Peggy Mair and Elizabeth were all standing at their gates  as we drove past, each both them giving mocking queenly waves and curtsies, which I regally acknowledged..

Harry was muttering something about hoping this was not a sign of the beginning of a night of fooling about because this evening was a very serious one for him and would I try to just this once, be very good…

 

‘Pity you bought me’, I humped back – patting my elaborate hair style to make sure it was still OK….

 

We arrived at the museum in good time and there indeed was the delicate looking octet their gentle music bending with the formal surroundings, the esquire marble beats and the magnificent sculptures..

Very impressive…

 

I suddenly spied the long damask covered tables, the bowls of surgery strawberries glistening and the flutter champion glasses thinking the light of the light the chandeliers. My excitement mounted…
Champage Harry, I gasped
Shh! remember what happened last time you drink champagne’

he said to me out of the corner of his mouth

 

So  I took  his arm, ‘theres your boss and that woman – coo is that his wife’

Squeezing my arm not too gently on the way, he took me across the foyer to meet them.

 

A queue had formed at the bottom the the rise staircase as we stood chatting,

….kind,  polite boring conversation,

I gazed around me and up the stairs…

On the first landing bedecked with beautiful flowers, stood a small group…

The grey hair distinguished looking gentlemen had the most interesting chain

around this neck and his companion, ….fair haired and plump was waring an elegant long blue dress..

Ah I thought now they more more like my kind of people. Jolly and pleasant…

They both turned to share a joke with other member of their group..

Obviously he was the Mayor of Cardiff.. yes I decided I really would like to meet them….

So without a backward glance and harry and his chief with his boring wife,

and remembering my mother words to always hold my heard up big,

I walked slowly and slinkily up the stairs…

I would about to held out my hand and introduce myself as the wife of the young and newly elected member of the institution ……

when my arms was caught fairly and held of a uniform museum attendant.

Turning me around, he escorted me back down the staircase…

Whats wrong??, what have I done I?” whispered…

‘Madam you wait until you are announced before meeting the president and his lady.. Why do you think all these people are waiting…”?

Oh crumbs i giggled and still laughing I looked towards the straggling crocodile where my poor husband was standing, red faced in the middle..

Everyone else was smiling, I remember and I smiled back and waved at them..

After all, it wasn’t the end of the world was it…

I caught Harry’s arm gave me my most apology look and told him I would apologise later, property…

he was very quiet on the way home, said he was tired.

Next day he arrived home unexpectedly at the lunch time, armed with a box of chocolate in his hand and big grin on his face…

From the chief he says he laughed all night , said you were a like a break of fresh air and will we come to upper next week’

Little Mair Elizabeth and Peggy next door  and I ate the lot that afternoon

The End…:)

So there, Just one of my Beautiful Aunty’s stories.. true stories…

 

You can just see how funny and amazing she was can’t you 🙂

 

I hope you enjoyed this and  laughed along with me…

just a demonstration of how amazing my aunty was…

 

After living in Wales for most of her life – in her 70’s she moved up to

Yorkshire with her husband to be nearer her son and grandchildren, she loved every minute !!

The thing I most love about this story… is its the sort of thing I would do……

although I would probably do it and not care that it wasn’t the thing to do…

 

you see in life – its the ones that Speak Out, Stand Up that get noticed…

 

..that gets things done…

 

So what are you waiting for?

 

 

I  also hope you learnt something from my aunty

..and from Life…

Just be yourself and the Right People will Just Love YOU…

My Aunt was absolutely Amazing, Im so glad I got to spend that weekend with her….

You can read another blog related to my Aunt here…

 

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Helen

x

Mum Helen Lorna

Comments

  1. What a beautifully fun story. How nice to bring your aunt’s story to the world.

  2. Your aunt’s story was certainly entertaining Helen. 🙂 I enjoyed reading it.

  3. Your Aunt sounded a lot like you Helen. She was / is a person with a big heart. I can feel your love for her from over here in Canada right now as I type this comment on your blog. Thank you for sharing your memory of her and especially her tale.

  4. Blogging and journeying is leaving a written record of us being here on the planet. Without it, our time here is passed down through oral history. And we know that the over time, the oral become a mystery.

  5. Hi Helen, Loved your Aunty’s story, thanks for sharing it. I’m sure she was a hoot. And I’m sure she would be honored that you shared her story.

  6. What a beautiful post Helen:)

    Sharing your aunt’s story, and letting us catch a glimpse of her story telling and life was like we were getting to know her 🙂

    My favorite part of was when you shared that she told you this, “Just be yourself and the Right People will Just Love YOU.”

    I absolutely love this saying! Amazing woman 🙂

    Thanks for sharing!

  7. What a beautiful story. You had me there and seeing the whole evening take place. Thank you for sharing.

    • Helen Lingard says:

      Thank you Sandy… she wrote lots of beautiful stories, I shall share some more in time…

  8. Great story from a great lady as described by you.

    Must be where you got your writing skillssss 🙂