Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day.

May you be doing something very special with your mama, or be thinking of her – if she is far away, or has flown off with the birdies to the stars.

My mama liked a trip out to Betty’s at Ilkley and a walk round Bolton Abbey. Or a trip over to Haworth and a visit to the EWM. She liked her cardies – you know those lambs wool ones, and pleated skirts.

She was a peasant, who brought her textiles skills with her and worked at Salts Mill, Jerome’s and then latterly at home for Haworth Burlers and Menders. Bill would bring rolls of worsted wool (Pieces) for her to check for imperfections and then to correct them.

I don’t know if there are still burlers and menders out there, somewhere, but if you wear a good suit, think of the hands it passed through to come to you from a perfect piece of fabric.

It was always great to go shopping with her. She was particular. It was like going out with Coco Chanel – or I imagined it so. With a formal education, she would have probably made a nifty fashion or textiles buyer.

She taught me to knit anything, in any pattern or style. And to sew, anything.

She also taught me how to make gibanica .

My mama loved children, they were always welcome. She absolutely loved and adored her grandson…and me, although I didn’t always appreciate it. We had our differences, we were from different eras, different worlds. If you had a Yu mama, you would appreciate all their worries and concerns.

But I miss my mama. I also know she is really happy playing on the mountain and plain now with her brothers and sisters. Free of war, free of pain, free of cancer. Young, tall, slender and athletic, in her own-made clothes, running around the rocks, bare foot, staying out in to the night and going home under the stars.

She always used to say to me – we come from the stars. We each have a star that follows us from inception to death. We are never alone, the stars are with us. We each have three angels, one on each shoulder, and one on your head. You know who your angels are, talk to them and they will guide you.

You are never alone…



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