One week ago, we left darling Giuseppina in a secure ward. We’re still sad, but resigned, and we know she will be cared for in her new home.
This week has thrown up gifts, as if to console. Clearing out possessions so we can let her house to pay for her care, we lingered over photos that revived memories of happy times: family gatherings, albums of baby photographs, letters and cards we sent her in the past. We found plenty of mysterious pictures and postcards from unknown senders; part of a period in life that, rightly so, shall remain locked with her. We came across an invitation issued in 1944 from a Lieutenant Colonel Mannington at the Military Hospital in Urbino, her home city. That was the evening she met her British husband-to-be and the start of a “storia”, as the Italian beautifully describes our word for romance.
I am pleased I wrote some of her story in my first novel, “Tuscan Roots”. This week, the cover for that book won an award. Pam Lecky’s cover award
I became a cover girl too! To my surprise, and delight, whilst shopping in our local supermarket, I saw my name featured on the front of a woman’s magazine, “The People’s Friend”, advertising a story I wrote. I also took part last Sunday in the Portsmouth Book Fest on a panel chaired by CHINDI authors – a fab group of independent authors that I am proud to belong to. These were both firsts for me and I was delighted and took them as messages, or prompts.
Before “I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit…” as Jenny Joseph warns, there is still so much to do and learn. So many doors to open.