Edith

We saw Harry in the last blog.  Well, looking for something else ,these quotes which Edith had copied suddenly popped up in front of me.

Any of you who might like to write take heart and get yourselves into action (Linda?)

Edith was in her 83rd year when she started writing her life story.

Grandmas should write down the stories of their lives however dull they seem to them.  For such tales show history as it is – a procession of interlocking lives.  A unity.  The family of mankind.

          Charlotte Gray

                           AND

It is too late!  Ah nothing is too late

Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate

Cato learned Greek at eighty; Sophocles

Wrote his grand Oedipus and Simonides

Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers

When each had numbered more than four-square years

Chaucer at Woodstock with the nightingales

At sixty wrote the Canterbury Tales

Goethe at Weimar, toiling to the last,

Complete Faust when eighty years were past

These are indeed exceptions, but they show

How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow

Into the Arctic regions of our lives..

For age is opportunity no less

Than youth itself,  though in another dress

And as the evening twilight fades away

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day..

               Henry Wordsworth Longfellow

In  the 70's - London

Harry, Richard. Linda, Edith

In days of olde - Paul, Edith with Tony, Linda, Richard

Harry and Edith

And on our big NZ trip - 2005

Te Puke's Citizen's Club

Wednesdays special for OAPs

Kyriakos, George, Danae, Harry, Kostas