Jun 11 2010

Way ahead Grandma

(she loved grandfather clocks)

When I was very small, even smaller than I am today, my parents often took me to my Grandma’s house. Every time we went,I would ask my grandma for a sugar butty and on each occasion she would sing out melodically “Every Matchbox to its own egg” I remember it distinctly,”Every matchbox to its own egg”. Never thought much about it at the time and never thought much about it over the years. However grasping at youth I suppose, I have once again become interested in listening to 1960’s music and in a magical moment, the mist was lifted from before my eyes.Tonight,I am tempted to sneak into the local graveyard and write on my grandma’s headstone

Grandfather clocks is me!


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