No Room For Me In A Car

Dawn opened a pink and indigo awning over our Old Post House this morning.

Later, we drove to Shelly and Ron’s home in Glenville Road, Walkford where the three Rivett sisters and their spouses gathered for the annual laying of the tribute wreath for the ladies’ mother in Hinton Woodland Burial Ground.

After mulled wine and nibbles I walked with Ron along Glenville Road and turned left to the

drive to the burial ground where a recently downed tree had been hauled to the verge.

The others passed us and arrived at

Mum’s plot first.

We gathered together to pay our respects.

I could not manage to walk all the way back, and it amused my sisters-in-law to announce that there would be no room for me in a car. Fortunately they were only joking, and I just had to

retrace my steps to the car park.

Back at Glenville Road Shelly produced a splendid meal of succulent beef stew; creamy mashed potato and swede; tender green beans, firm cauliflower and broccoli, followed by a mixed fruit crumble and cream or custard according to preference. Red and white wines were imbibed, and after coffee we enjoyed conversation on a wide range of topics.

Needless to say no further sustenance was required when we returned home.


      1. Wow! I’m lovin’ it!! I have the pictures you’ve taken in a frame (in order of growth) next to his Marine photo. I think you know just how much that tree means to me and your friendship for planting it!!

  1. How lovely. Mum and dad are buried there, too, feeding an oak tree. As is my uncle. I hope they all get together after hours for a bit of a knees up with you mum.

  2. I second Laurie. Was your knee acting up? I like the tradition of laying a wreath or decorating. Last summer I scrubbed off my Dad’s stone. Since Mom can’t get out there now, a bit of lichen had started up.

  3. What a lovely family day you enjoyed.

    I appreciate the times when as a family we get together and remember our brothers/parents/grandparents with love and plenty of smiles along the way.

  4. What a beautiful tradition filled with love. And an added plus of gathering for a meal, too. Good memories being made. πŸ™‚ <3
    I appreciate having relatives I can tease with. πŸ˜€
    I'm sure you do, too. πŸ˜‰

  5. I remember this annual paying of respect at the burial ground. The dawn was beautiful, and the day looked to pleasantly sunny enough for observance of the tradition. Best to you and Jackie.

  6. Wonderful winters dinner menu shared among family memories
    (I will try to catch up, with your blog, but don’t see that truly happening…)

  7. Sounds like a lovely meal and a delightful visit with family. Your photos are splendid as always, Derrick, and your meal sounds delicious. I’m glad you were able to catch a ride back!

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