Dear small baba,
This is me to you. I was thinking of all the things we did and the happiness thereof and I wanted to link somehow back to that Joanna baba rather than the slightly loopy adult I have become.
Do you remember what fun we had with Joe - learning masmorigin (magic) and how we loved him and grieved when he left. George, Mums' driver had been having an affair with his wife Rosie and poor Joe was broken hearted fro loved Rosie deeply. I know we never really forgave George for that and certainly the tales Abdul told us later only proved what poor Joe already knew - George was a bad man. He was money lender and extortionist. Do you remember how Abdul would curl up on the floor and tell us all of his, George's, wickedness.
And yet - he made us laugh, drove us everywhere and bought me/you a gold signet ring for out fourteenth birthday. And his lawyer was a hegira in his spare time - what inquisitive young mind could hold out against trying to find out more.
You know little baba, we were very lucky - so many people in our lives and yet we remained so Innocent of all the real horrors.
Do you remember going to the New Market with Mum - old Buddha following behind and Mum like a galleon in full sail sweeping way through to Empire Stores to do the shopping. The schadenfreude of the pet market where pleas were made to at least save some of the white rabbits or green parrots. the flowers, the spices, the smells and then if we were lucky to Flurry's for cake and coke.
My dear little baba, I would not have you know then what I know now but ~I wish I could go back in time and tell you to treasure every second like gold dust for it was an enchanted childhood and we were so lucky to have had it.
All my love to your darling memory
Your older yet no wiser self
Joanna
This is me to you. I was thinking of all the things we did and the happiness thereof and I wanted to link somehow back to that Joanna baba rather than the slightly loopy adult I have become.
Do you remember what fun we had with Joe - learning masmorigin (magic) and how we loved him and grieved when he left. George, Mums' driver had been having an affair with his wife Rosie and poor Joe was broken hearted fro loved Rosie deeply. I know we never really forgave George for that and certainly the tales Abdul told us later only proved what poor Joe already knew - George was a bad man. He was money lender and extortionist. Do you remember how Abdul would curl up on the floor and tell us all of his, George's, wickedness.
And yet - he made us laugh, drove us everywhere and bought me/you a gold signet ring for out fourteenth birthday. And his lawyer was a hegira in his spare time - what inquisitive young mind could hold out against trying to find out more.
You know little baba, we were very lucky - so many people in our lives and yet we remained so Innocent of all the real horrors.
Do you remember going to the New Market with Mum - old Buddha following behind and Mum like a galleon in full sail sweeping way through to Empire Stores to do the shopping. The schadenfreude of the pet market where pleas were made to at least save some of the white rabbits or green parrots. the flowers, the spices, the smells and then if we were lucky to Flurry's for cake and coke.
My dear little baba, I would not have you know then what I know now but ~I wish I could go back in time and tell you to treasure every second like gold dust for it was an enchanted childhood and we were so lucky to have had it.
All my love to your darling memory
Your older yet no wiser self
Joanna
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